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