by Amanda Nicholson
If there’s a heaven
Tailor made to each of us
You’ll be in yours
Winding all the angels up
With just one more Christmas decoration
A light up Santa, or an inflatable snowman
Until your house up there
Begins to look like Lapland
In your own personal heaven
You’ll never leave the house without a spoon
In case you find discounted ice cream
And because it’s heaven You’ll always find it
Or boxes of Maltesers
And sharing bags of crisps
That you don’t have to share
You’ll be decorating the clouds
With those outdoor lights
You used to put on the tree in the garden
And the angels will all roll their eyes
But you’ll smile proudly
Because nothing says Christmas
Like a million multi coloured lights
And angels covered in tinsel
If you choose to look down at us
You’ll probably think we’re doing it all wrong
The turkey’s smaller, the potatoes lumpier
The sprouts might not have those little crosses
You always insisted helped them to cook
And it won’t compare to yours
But we’ll be thinking about you
I hope the angels enjoy your cooking now
