Ode to Christmas by Mya


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.