A Christmas Poem

The stockings are hung on the
chimney
A the presents are under
the tree
And mam's in the kitchen
making some hebal tea
The windows are covered
with frost
The candles are all alight
But as I wonder through this

quiet house
Something just doesn't seem
right
You see,every year the
neighbours bring us
A swiss colony beef log
But the neighbours aren't
around
There's no beef log to be
found
This year Christmas isn't
Christmas
Without a swiss colony beef
log
Without those cheeses and
meats
I don't know how I'll get along

( ..From The South Park
Christmas cd,
"Mr.Hankey's Christmas
Classic: )