Christmas marzipan.

 
The cards have been sent,
to friends near and far,
a new battery for our milk float car,
all love is hope and meant.
 
The flowers have been laid on the graves,
at Berkswell and other places,
bright with holy wreaths,
those heavenly family raves.
 
The cake is made,
with spices and ginger,
cuddle up to the warm fire singer,
the sweet caring girl has been paid.
 
So waiting for the turn of the year, with no lack,
a happy time of all our days,
it is said that says,
the babe the man does come back.
 
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