Christmas

The spirit of Christmas failed
And nowhere could it be found
It seemed this year it was hiding
The Christmas spirit had gone to ground

Apparently it happened too quickly
By September the people were bored
The season had begun way too early
People had spent more than they could afford

By December the glut was upon us
Trees were garish with lights
And no-one seemed to remember
One baby, in a stable, one night
©cih

Stocking

I looked and the stocking was empty
No material reward for my labour
Was this holey sock all I'd got
For my year of exhaustingly good behaviour?
cih00

Stocking Chiller

It wasn't what I'd requested
I hadn't put that on my list
Receive a cold for Christmas?
Something was surely amiss
Should I make a trip to Lapland?
Beard old Santa in his grotto?
Or perhaps that was the problem
His red nose proved he was blotto!
The cold was someone's Christmas gift
Unfortunately not mine
So I sat and thought about mistletoe
And drank some more mulled wine.
©cih00

Next Stop

I've turned into one of those women who weep on trains
Obviously undertaking an emotional journey
©cih04, 8.12.04

Mistake

There are men who are strong and are true
So how did I end up with you?
©cih04, 8-9.12.04