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  • The Sunday before Christmas time,
    Is where I start this little rhyme.
    A custom started years ago
    With family, friends in the know.

    Late morning we would make our way,
    While others went to church to pray,
    Round to my Nan and Grandad's gaff
    After a fry up in the caff.

    My Aunts and Uncles, Cousins too
    Would chat as Grandad made a brew,
    While Nan dished out the Christmas club
    Then we'd all slope off to the pub.

    The Dark House or The Horse and Groom,
    The Princess Royal's little room.
    John would take a list for the round.
    Into the whip each put ten pound.

    After a while my Grandad he,
    Would come and have a word with me.
    “Here boy, I've got a little plan
    Take these two bottles to your Nan.

    We all know that she drinks snowball
    But she'll take off her overall,
    When she sees that brown ale you've got
    And be here quicker than a shot.”

    So off I'd go like years before
    And she'd be waiting at the door.
    “I thought you'd never come.” She'd say.
    “Come on we'd best be on our way.”

    At two o'clock they rung the bell
    The pub was closing for a spell
    So back to Nan's we then would go
    Where we'd be witness to this show.

    Now Tony would walk through the door,
    He had it sussed he knew the score.
    He'd see Nan standing by the sink,
    Then turn to us and give a wink

    For through the window he had spied
    A gammon sitting on the side.
    “That joint looks lovely Doll.” he cried.
    “Those sarnies too, you've tried to hide.”

    So in Nan's lounge we'd find a seat
    Where she served up a bite to eat.
    Sandwiches, pickles, cups of tea
    Paper plates resting on our knees.

    Then off to see Great Auntie Nell
    To hear the stories she would tell.
    We'd sit and have a few more beers
    To wish her warmest Christmas cheers.

    She'd smile at me from her armchair,
    And with a wink she would declare
    “It's always good to see you son.
    I said to Chris I knew you'd come.”

    Nan, Grandad, Aunt Nell are no longer here
    But some of us still meet up for a beer.
    We raise a glass to all the loved ones passed.
    Long may this family tradition last.

    MICHAEL DENNIS 'The Black Cab Poet' As featured on and the inspiration for The Janice Long Spoken Word Sessions B.B.C. Radio 2, 18/04/12. Over 40 poems read out on Steve Allen's Early Morning Breakfast Show L.B.C. 97.3FM. Featured on the Jeni Barnett Show B.B.C. Radio London 94.9FM 29/5/11, in an article in The Metro 06/05/08, in Will Self's article in The Standard 20/05/08, on L.B.C.'s Nightly News 06/05/08 and on John Pienaar's Politics Show B.B.C. 5 Live 9/10/11. The Chav Bird Song as played by David Rodigan on Kiss 100 FM, Complete and Utter Banker Song
    THE BLACK CAB POET A Collection of Poems available at Amazon on Kindle
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