Wheals' Christmas Parties / 161 words

Wheals’ Christmas Parties

When I look back on all the Christmas
parties we have thrown,
I smile at all those memories,
such happy times we’ve known.

The Wheals all gather in one place,
to celebrate festive times,
brothers and sisters, cousins, too,
with music, we dance in time.

I recall parties in the village hall,
the games we used to play;
pass the parcel, musical chairs,
with silly hats on display.

As times have changed throughout the years,
our numbers have decreased,
the head of the family lost from us,
the youngest now deceased.

But, somehow, through the lonely times
we come together still,
a family united, showing love
and Christmas time good will.

Now, this year’s party day has arrived,
The Wheals are in good cheer,
we’ve travelled to Auntie Beryl’s house,
(some of us on reindeer!)

So, we settle in and reacquaint
ourselves with family, so dear,
and look to our host, who makes this happen
every single year.