Not Xmas again?

I awoke on Christmas Morn', to see the crisp snow on the
lawn

The silence lay deep, all around, broken by one
single sound

What had roused me from my rest, (when
I'm never at my best)

I spied a bird sat in a tree,
that was what had wakened me

T'was a little robin,
with feathers brown and red,

So I crept out softly,
to offer it some bread

After all, it was Christmas,
giving was the norm'

So I paused to pluck it out, a
juicy looking worm

The little robin swooped down,
took the worm with a gulp

But before it started on
the bread - I'd squashed it to a pulp

Now the little
robin, REALLY had a breast so red

And without a
further thought - I went back to bed!!

HO! HO! HO!
Merry fecking Xmas!