It is snowy,
Well icy to be technical,
The only other planet,
In our galaxy,
We know of,
But there are no reindeer,
Or elves (nor are there on earth-says the voice of the cynic) ,
No Santa Claus to believe in,
No Rudolph, Dasher, Prancer,
And all the other obscure ones,
There are no mince pies,
Or mulled wine,
Or overdone pigs in blankets,
No brandy covered christmas puddings,
Or brandy covered aunts and uncles,
It must be tough,
To spent christmas on Europa,
Damn boring aswell,
As theres noone else on the god forsaken,
Planet or within a trillion miles,
And you'd probably die within seconds,
That'd be a really crap,
Christmas present.
Nick Hilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-on-europa/
