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As Christmases go, this takes the first prize
Because at Blue Stone the hosts’ kindly eyes
Look for each trick to increase our pleasure.
Urgently careful, meticulously clever,
Each guest feels themselves to be a true friend
Soon after they enter until the end,
That comes too soon, of their leisurely stay
Once Paul and Lee’s cheer gives wings to our day.
Near magic, MasterChef David can enliven
Each dish, help’d by Barbara, Julie, Simon.
Christmas though passes soon in our glad group,
However despair not: buck rarebit, soup
Rich summer puddings, and more next year
Into our world, our bland lives else, reappear.
So let mine hosts make Christmas as merry
That our joy will wax great. Red like cherry
Moves warm blood in cold cheeks, after frost
And, if careful, COVID’s power over us lost
Somehow we will be happy again, ‘cos
We overcame woe with:
A BLUE STONE CHRISTMAS
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