Countdown to Christmas

It’s that time of year when I really must bake
my wonderful, fruity Christmas cake.
Then leave for a while in order to soak
up all the brandy. I hope we don’t choke.

There are cards to write, deliver and post.
A job my granddaughter likes the most.
So many cards that I now fear
the list gets longer every year.

Christmas shopping, what a chore.
I’ll take my husband, but he’s a bore.
Leaving all the choices to me.
Too busy thinking what’s for his tea.

Presents wrapped and hidden away.
Waiting to be given on the special day.
Ready to hang are trimmings and lights,
and the tree looks good lit up at night.

Now we play the waiting game.
Receiving cards, virtually the same.
Worrying whether supplies are enough.
Deciding eventually, it really is tough.

Succulent turkey, Christmas pud.
The festive table sure looks good.
Socks and ties and presents galore.
Not like it was in the days of yore.

The holiday festivities are in full flow.
Everyone’s face shows a happy, warm glow.
The snoring, the squabbles the telling of jokes.
Will someone please give Granddad a poke!

The holiday is over and gone is the cheer.
Complaints about the time of year
The cold and the ice make us feel glum.
It’s hard to imagine warm weather will come.