The poem is printed onto the highest quality GF Smith white or vintage brown A4 card (250gsm) using Dura-bright waterproof ink. There is no mount around the print.
Each print is lovingly produced to order. Our unframed prints arrive flat, wrapped in cellophane, in a super stiff envelope.
Our Christmas poem print takes a witty, affectionate look at what goes on in a family at Christmas, from partying to eating far too much!
This Christmas print makes the perfect gift for a busy mum, family or hostess. It also makes a fabulous seasonal decoration.
It was written by Bespoke Verse poet (and Oxford graduate!) Joanna Miller, who has won lots of awards for her accessible and clever relationship-themed poems.
Whether it's envelope licking, mistletoe kissing or Grandpa snoring, everyone will recognise the scenes described in 'What is Christmas?'
Font colours available: red, green, blue and taupe (on white card) or black (on vintage brown card).
You can add a complimentary message that is up to 8 words.
Please note our prints are supplied unframed.
The text reads:
What is Christmas?
It's wrapping & sticking & envelope licking
It's hosting & toasting & turkey roasting
It's cocktail drinking, smiling & winking
It's baking & dishing & mistletoe kissing.
It's nativity playing & going awaying
It's telly viewing & nonstop chewing
It's writing & thanking & empty the banking
It's paper ripping & double cream whipping.
It's tree decorating & staying up lating
It's bickering, laughing, hat, glove, & scarfing
It's singing & ringing, planning & bringing
It's stocking filling & lots of good willing.
It's service going & possibly snowing
It's hugging & squeezing, talking & teasing
It's greeting, competing & all too fleeting
It's present admiring & logs on the firing.
It's cracker banging & paperchain hanging
It's champagne pouring & Grandpa snoring
It's monopoly cheating & Quality Streeting
It's shopping & bopping & parties non-stopping...
Thats what makes a Christmas!
Copyright Joanna Miller 2014. (Author's permission required to reproduce this poem).