I’ve been smoking hay since Sega
Weighty cartridges in intake trays
Your dad smoked loads in those days
He’d be smoking this third of the day
Staring happily as you descended the stairs
Seeing an amazing present pile waiting, smell of meat glazing
Bacon wrapped around turkey taking on Turkish holiday colour
But not the gnashers, brother
Mam and dad cuddling
Her tears flooding seeing you unwrap your Dublin Jersey in azure
You’ll be scoring goals in that for suresies! Shouts mam
Unsure about the terminology
Within a week the top is robbed of lustre by dropped curry, of course mam fussed over it
Lola who we all promote as the best of us, whom we think the world of, curled up
Sweet pup, good girl, give her belly a rub
Every second step I took I stood in wrapping paper
Granny seemed agitated until we threw on the Great Escape
Fire burning in the grate, nobody turning in their grave
Granny dreamily recalling the Dambusters raids, the Fall of the Reich
Presents must be kept out of reach and sight, how do you hide a wrapped bike?
The kids are sneaky, running outreach
To figure out where they’re stowing the goods for each.
Alchemisland 
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