It’s Christmas and it’s tinsel time
The tree is wrapped and trussed.
They’ve all come home, and all look fine
You’ve gone to all that fuss.
With garlands, lights, and bulbs of glass
A festive guarantee.
The fairy lights, they shine en masse,
A homey POTPOURRI.
But it’s Christmas time, exhausting too:
What have you forgotten?
A gift, a card, a stray to-do?
Some critical instruction?
Your gut is in an odd melee.
Your head is on the blink.
If you could only get away…
Escape — a quiet drink.
Breathe deeply now and look around.
Take in all this splendour.
Allow yourself to be spellbound,
Snug and soft and tender.
It’s Christmas and it’s tinsel time,
Let go, get loose, surrender.
They’ve all come home, and all look fine
Blessed be December.