They’ve all gone back to
work,
And the kids are back at
school.
Here I am in the middle of
all the mess,
Clearing up like a bloody
fool.
And as I look around &
survey the site,
In the fireplace there’s a
fall of soot,
An empty sherry glass &
mince-pie crumbs,
And a mark where Santa placed
his foot.
The carrots we left for his
reindeer,
Have been quite nibbled away,
But the droppings on the
carpet,
I think is a price too high
to pay.
There’s paper wrap &
discarded boxes,
Where presents were pulled
out in their haste,
Played with for half an hour,
Before joining the rest of
the waste.
There’s food left over in the
kitchen,
And I think I’m starting to
droop.
If I have to eat one more
leftover sprout,
Or face another bowl of
turkey soup.
The Christmas tree is looking
all forlorn,
As its needles drop upon the
floor,
And get blown around the
house,
Every time someone opens a
door.
We’ve started our own
recycling skip,
With empty bottles of every
sort.
It’s not just the beer &
the mixers,
But the gin, the vodka and
port.
We’ve watched all of the
Christmas specials
They put on the box this time
of the year.
Shame they can’t do it the
rest of the season,
Instead of the usual rubbish
so drear.
We’ve sent home the old
relatives
Those aged wonderful old
dears.
Now it’s time to take down
the greetings cards,
From people we’ve not seen in
years.
We’ll take down the lights
that cover the house.
Our neighbours think that
we’re soft.
Yes, we’ll pack up the
baubles & lights,
And put them all back in the
loft.
The sparkle’s all gone from
the occasion,
All the drinking & eating
& that.
They’ve stopped playing
Christmas records on the radio:
At least we can be thankful
for that.
Now the shops are full of
bargains,
The stuff they just couldn’t
shift.
Now’s a good time to stock up
for next year,
With every possible gift.
I know it’s been quite
enjoyable at times,
But now that it’s over for
another year,
I’m seeking to get some normality.
So I’ll see you – I’m off
down the pub for a beer.
Then I’m off to the dump with
the recycling,
But I won’t be coming back in
a hurry.
I’m not looking forward to
dinner -
It’s turkey & cranberry
curry.
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2013
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