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Christmas is on the way 🎄

Christmas is on the way 🎄

I have been busy wrapping pressies, Christmas is on the way..Well at least I’ve made a start, I have been at it allday..

I have tacky strips up my arms, there are bits and pieces stuck on the chair.. I don’t know how I even manage it but I have sticky selotape in my hair!! But this Xmas preparation is not an easy affair, there are parcels and boxes piled up every bloomin’ where..

I know it is November but time is looming near so this is me sorting stuff out full of festive cheer..and lets hope old Santa Claus stays safe this year, he will have to wear a facemask over his beard I fear..I hope he doesn’t catch the Covies when he comes to call but I reckon that won’t happen coz he is magic after all!!!🎅🏼

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Jill Tait

Awww well if I made you smile then indeed I have achieved summit good 🤣❤️💙❤️

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Being Me

A lovely fun poem, Jill. With bonfire night now over, Christmas is, indeed, just around the corner. Now IS the time to get those pressies wrapped. Me, being me, usually leaves it all to the last minute. I end up spending the whole of Christmas eve wrapping things up 🙈 x

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