A Very Cynical Christmas - Poem by Frizz Warwick
From nowhere on the horizon it will suddenly appear,
As fast as lightning upon us then promptly disappear
It will leave it's mark though, of this you can be sure
The booze, the food, the decos and the occasional family war
It is of course that time of year, it is the festive season
We'll rush around and spend money we don't have without any rhyme nor reason
So doth thy cap to the slick marketing department they call 'tradition'
To the merchandising experts that always drive us to submission
So run to the toy shops and wade through plastic moulded in the latest trend
A forest felled for cards bought and written that most will forget to send
But it's not all doom and gloom when the special day is here
The bright smiles, the cracker snap, we're all in festive cheer
So who cares then that Christmas to most is a money wasting facade?
That those less fortunate will try and keep up and blast their credit card
What if next year December 25th was just an ordinary day?
To be truthful I can't imagine it so what else is there to say?
It's a special time so let's enjoy it and hope it brings good fun
Because we're only in this lifetime once when all is said and done
So Merry Christmas one and all I hope it brings you joy and laughter
To mince pies and liquers and memories that last forever after
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