Presents have been exchanged
And now the New Year calls
Tree taken down, room re-arranged
Cards unstuck from walls;
The sentiments and wishes within
Now no longer in view
Some of them in the bin
Apart from a chosen few;
Lights unplugged and coiled
Tablecloth stored away
Lest it should be spoiled
Kept for another day;
How should this Christmas be judged?
Amongst all the others gone by
Is the end of the year begrudged?
As time once again starts to fly;
I think I will spend the year in a box
With the Christmas lights and tree
And wear those stripy socks
That someone bought for me
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