Festive Season?

The leaves From the trees They fell It was that time of year Nature looked unwell The sun disappeared And out came the rain Happiness vacated What’s left of the brain Festive season The only saving grace To lengthen the holidays There was a case All the hedgehogs Went into hibernation And those from elsewhere Filled up Heuston Station Temperatures turning Cold and breezy For putting on a jacket The rest was easy Autumn to Winter And early Spring too Thanks to the conditions There was not much to do Colourful lights shone From the shop fronts Passers by with the flu Spoke in coughs and grunts Don’t forget those Who were tight on cash For them This ‘festive season’ Was nothing of the sort Instead, it plagued them like a rash Shamed by the nouveau riche Who spent money quite brash The media claimed We were on the mend And could issue more social dividend However, some of the shareholders In this society Could not live Off acts of piety Something must give For those who are broke Food on the table And somewhere to live