And by now you must feel
Sick at the mention
Or thought of a meal
You've over-indulged
Admit it - no fear
For this is what happens
At Christmas each year
You eat when you're talking
You eat and you pick
You eat and you eat
'Till you're literally sick
And what of the presents
You so lovingly wrapped?
They're strewn through the house
Like a treasure un-mapped
Some toys are broken
From over-excitement or worse
Let's hope you kept those receipts
In that now-empty purse
But - at least it's over
You may now finally rest
And spend some well-deserved time
On the one you love best (That's you by the way)
The dinners are finished
The puddings are gone
But the memories of Christmas
Will still linger on
So from me in my Owlery
I wish you good cheer
Just learn from your mistakes
And have a great new year
:)
Even Santa is feeling it...
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