EXTERMINAAAAAAAAAATE!!!

Bonsoir everyone, hope you are well, the Avenging Dalek here. Like it? I do. I am entering a competeition in the Radio Times to win a REAL DALEK! One of the ones they had in the series in the final episode, you know:

"This is the emperor of the daleks"
"WOR-SHIP HIM! WOR-SHIP HIM! WOR-SHIP HIM!"

Wouldn't that be absolutely amazing if I won one? I could take it to school and get in it and yell "EX-FOL-I-ATE!" to people. So hopefully...*fingers crossed*

Oh dear, I entered a comp to interview David Tennant in London but I obviously didn't win. *sniff* Ah well, we can't all have...true...dreams, ahem.

Anyway, today is a turning point in the month, for we have our Christmas treeeeeeeeee!!! Hurrah! I have spent most of the day putting up the decorations and all the completely random stuff our family has at Christmastime, for instance:

• A straw goat from Sweden that goes next to the Christmas tree.
• A huge photo of Prince Charles' head mounted on cardboard (there is a backstory to this, but I always forget what it is).
• A gnome that goes on the mantlepiece.
• Loads and loads of "off the ceiling" Christmas cards my Dad buys for the family every year. You know the sort, with jokes like: 'Margaret recieved a standing ovation for her Christmas cake laced with viagra.' Anyway, these have photoes of the family stuck in with speech bubbles and stuff.
• Swedish advent calenders. (My parents have a long-lasting connection with Sweden).
• An old Christmas song book where you pressed buttons and it played notes for carols. It hasn't worked for years, but we keep it as a memory of when me and Joe (ME AND JOE, ELIZABETH, HAHAHA) used to fight over it.

And I could go on. So yayzels, it's all up (albeit a bit early) and once we have enough Xmas cards from people I will do my annual job and sticking them up on the bannisters (I know, another weird tradition).

I wrote this poem as a sort of simple version of the ones we do in English. Have a look-see and comment, if you will. (n.b: I don't know whether it should be "can" or "can't")

Can't we but laugh
Over loves we have lost;
Through summers of romance
That ended in frost?
Can't we but joke
About ones that are gone;
Those rascals who ruined
True love's gentle song?
Can't we but shrug
And leave sadness behind;
Of all those decievers
Who said, "love is blind"?
Can't we but live
Our lives without pain;
How hard can it be
To say "never again"?

I did try and think of an ending but got stuck. I am reasonably (sort of) adept at poetry, but I'm not brilliant, like my Dad.

Must go and view our beautiful tree. Byeeeee!

*rises up into the air and floats downstairs*

And you thought you were safe, eh?