I keep thinking they'll bring you out
At this time of year,
Like a surprise present with a bow on your head,
'Oh, only joking!'
Breathing and jumping,
Streched out like you used to,
Santa please,
I'll trade you a record player
For a life so joyously lived.
P x
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Sorry Pip. He's dancing in an appropriately-sized bath of milk.
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