This dinner table’s set midday,
And not at eventide;
We do our Christmases that way –
To wait we can’t abide!
So if you suffer from a hunch
From childhood you’ve been taught,
That midday meals just must be lunch
To’ve been, you didn’t ought!
The first course was consommé, cold,
Then came some prawns to follow,
Then stuffed roast turkey out we rolled,
And any spaces hollow …
… were then filled in with pudding, plum,
And brandy sauce galore;
Champagne, with all, let good times come –
And few came back for more!