Not Xmas again?

I awoke on Christmas Morn', to see the crisp snow on the
lawnThe silence lay deep, all around, broken by one
single soundWhat 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 meT'was a little robin,
with feathers brown and red,So I crept out softly,
to offer it some breadAfter all, it was Christmas,
giving was the norm'So I paused to pluck it out, a
juicy looking wormThe little robin swooped down,
took the worm with a gulpBut before it started on
the bread - I'd squashed it to a pulpNow the little
robin, REALLY had a breast so redAnd without a
further thought - I went back to bed!!HO! HO! HO!
Merry fecking Xmas!