Christmas is coming

Christmas is coming

Christmas must be coming,
the shops are full of tat.
Fibre optic angels
and a turkey twizzler hat.

The adverts keep on shouting:
“Order your new settee!
Get it in time for Christmas
for a four year monthly fee”!

And then there is the lorry
that heralds in the season,
no angels bathed in glory
there is no rhyme or reason.

Mince pies in September
along with packs of cards,
you can try to just ignore it
but that can be quite hard.

Garden centre grottos
drip with glittery balls,
battery driven penguins
and reindeer line the walls.

You’re walking in the sunshine
before the clocks go back,
and spot the first stuffed Santa
in his fluffy big red hat.

The tins of sweets are stacked up
in piles beside the tills,
waiting to get your money
for the season of goodwill.

And everywhere you’re turning
there’s a choice of different trees,
and if you go to ASDA
they’re buy one get one free.

And what about your neighbour
who has drained the national grid,
with lit up sleighs and Santas
and a festive eight armed squid.

We listen to canned carols
in every shop and mall,
and buy plastic loops of holly
to hang up in the hall.

And as it gets much closer
we get into a spin,
stocking up on crackers
and Granny’s favourite gin.

It really is frustrating
you cannot park the car,
and you still need sprouts and carrots
and a shiny yonder star.

But if you are quite savvy
you’ll get it all online,
and get it home delivered
whilst you pour a glass of wine!

Jan Millward©