Christmas is a time of year that many people dread,
one good thing about it is, that everyone gets fed.
Burning all our energies to run around and scream,
we were told as children that our Christmas is our dream.
Often that is far from true, it feels more like a chore,
by this stage we need to rest, not burn our brains out more.
So let’s pretend a miracle will happen once again,
the food will cook itself, and Santa will command his men,
to tell the shops they cannot charge, it kills the Christmas spirit,
so gifts are free and plentiful, and you can choose what’s in it.
The cards will write themselves, and they will say something unique,
without the words of boredom that would make old Santa freak.
‘Happy’ ‘Merry’ ‘Jolly’, he is sick of hearing those.
He said we should go wild and draw him with a purple nose,
as he is fond of drinking, from his neck down to his toes,
and if he doesn’t get a drink, it will come to blows.
