My friend Fictitious Clancy and I were sitting in the snug last night having a convivial drink and having a serious discussion about nothing in particular when he leaned across the table and espoused –
I don’t know about you but it gives me the pip
Each time Christmas adverts come on T.V. I let some expletives rip
Honestly it’s only the 4th of November
Have they mysteriously moved Christmas up from the 25th of December?
Are you a bit like me? Do you wish you could just sleep through into the New Year?
I know if that were possible I’d face the festive season with great cheer
It’s not that I don’t like partying I’m Irish for heaven’s sake
It’s just I can’t stomach brussel sprouts and I detest Christmas cake.
The kindness of people though I must admit really knows no bounds
Bet its socks again this year though, they don’t half do the rounds?
Maybe I’ll get lucky this year and be laid up with a bug
In the meantime – there’s not much left to say except – Merry Christmas and BAH-HUM-BUG
C. J. Black