They will hate it all, everything I give.
They will grin and bare it. It's how we live.
I will pretend to all, I love my gifts.
They will know I'm nothing but a spend thrift.
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I did my shopping at the pharmacy and it was only for the cats. If u bought presents for people, you are better than me. The cats are quite happy tho.
ReplyDeletePost Christmas time lets hope your fears
ReplyDeleteWere brought to nought, with no shed tears.
For gifts were given with love I'm sure
And accepted the same by you and yours.
An Anonymous comment that is better than the original poem.
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