ODE TO CHRISTMAS Gloss and dross and endless cost that's the way the season goes. Father Christmas, hoddy-ho, mother's breakdown does it show? Snow is snowing noses glowing chilblains undergoing throb, water teases then it freezes where's the plumber? Down the pub. Shopping's shopped – bought the lot tick the list and count the days, bikes and slippers, tights and knickers chocs for Auntie: plastic pays. Been to Co-Op got a bargain ten p off a Christmas pud twenty pounds of turkey's waiting for its stuffing – now that's good. Carol singers sing their socks off of a distant silent night, money for the poor and homeless, pretend we're out - serves them right. Chimney's blocked with bricks and mortar keeps the draught from rushing in, never mind, just hang the stockings with some blu tack or a pin. No one's caring TVs blaring showing one more damned repeat, never mind get out the scrabble, oh my head and oh my feet Now at last the day is over duty done, at least that's clear never more to be repeated never never – till next year.