I’m relaxed about Christmas.
Really I am.
Inundated with visitors,
and tired children.
The aged parent who
Can’t resist barbed and
Juvenile comments. It was always
Thus, I got it from somewhere
I remarked caustically.The dull
Headache of too much wine
And the noise started before you
Properly wake up in the morning.
Step on a present this year’s
Gift, tomorrow’s bin men will
Collect what Santa left with
About as much understanding.
They care not what they do. Nor
Do I. And the children
Do whatever they care.
I’m relaxed. Insouciant. In celebratory
Mode. In deed anyway.