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John 3: 16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

Christmas at Blackpool was quite a treat,
Till Joan got flu from her head to her feet,
It didn’t seem fair, it didn’t seem right,
As she coughed and spluttered all through the night.

Her body all ached and temperature rose,
And hanky on hand for a runny nose,
So sad and blue it made us two,
There’s nothing worse when you’ve got the flu.

Joan tried to cheer up and put on a grin,
When Father Xmas came walking in,
‘Merry Xmas’ said Santa with present in hand,
She was glad she was sitting and didn’t have to stand.

Dinner was over and tummies filled up,
A nice pot of tea and a flowery cup,
Went off to the bedroom, laid down for a rest,
But dear old Joan’s body was up for the test.

We wont forget Blackpool at this Xmas time,
Because it’s all written in this little rhyme,
In case we forget the way it had been,
We can look at the world and know what they mean.