Fiddlesticks

Rudolph is stuck to the roof tiles
Father asleep on the chair
Santa is having some egg nog
Mother is doing her hair,
the children are all on the iPad
something that I never had,
all I ever got was Scalextric and
that used to drive me quite mad.

All the mince pies and the jelly
have been eaten
by those
who have eyes twice as big
as their belly
and I’m sitting here with a
tin of warm beer
watching the Queens speech
on the telly.

But it’s Christmas a time for forgiving
and forgetting the giving and not getting,
so I’ll sit here awhile with more beer and a smile
and wait ’til I see the
Sun setting.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.