Another year is nearly finished with,
And carol singers knock, or ring my bell;
I sit in darkness, telly turned down low -
I’ll keep my quid (my cat could sing as well).
It’s cold outside and heating costs a mint,
But people hope for even colder snow;
I hate the winter weather - ice is worst:
A broken leg’s no joke, that’s all I know.
I dread the thought of sprouts at Christmas lunch;
All festive foodstuffs disagree with me.
And writing cards is just a dreaded chore -
Like sweeping needles dropping from the tree.
But ‘tis the season to be jolly now;
And even Scrooge had learnt to find it fun -
I’ll force a smile and wear a paper hat,
And mutter, ‘Merry Christmas, everyone.’
*I love Xmas, but I know plenty who don't, lol
For Francine's Christmas Dinner contest, written 25th November