| The Father Christmas On The Cake For fifty weeks I've languished Upon the cupboard shelf Forgotten and uncared for I've muttered to myself But now the year is closing And Christmas time is here They dust me down and tell me To show a little cheer Between the plaster snowman And little glassy lake They stand me in the middle Of some ice covered cake And for a while there's laughter But as the week wears on They've cut up all the landscape Till every scrap is gone Then with the plaster snowman And little lake of glass I'm banished to the cupboard For one more year to pass © Colin West Site Index 
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