The Last Jingle Poem by Bob Fletcher

When the last jingle's been jangled
When there's no needles left on your tree
When that Succulent Turkey's a memory
When you've imbibed a short glass two or three

When the heaviest snow thaws to water
When there's nary a sign of an Elf
When fairy lights are wound up taped up then bound up
And head for a year on the shelf.

When you're back to take-away dinners
When you've thoughts of April or May
When you don't have to double your duvet
To keep the cold nights at bay

When Christmas is distant as the first of July
When birds sing and call in the wood
When flowers are blooming with fruits on the trees
Let the year not be Mis-understood

Christmas is fixed in the hearts of good men
To cherish all the year through
To look at the world through the eyes of a child
To yourself and the world to keep true

To love and to recognise hardship
In all that you love and hold dear
To be able to ask 'can I help you'
Or lend a supportive ear

To Encourage all those around you
Who sometimes fall short of the mark
To embrace the Christmas Spirit all year
And not spend their lives in the dark