I hate Christmas, I scream and panic

my timings off, swearing satanic

when everyone is up, I bring them down

curse over the turkey and wearing a frown

burn my thumb, cut my finger, best left alone

why do they linger?

once upon a time where I would cope,

there's no chance of that I'm left without hope

then once it's served with a swagger and a sniggle

Pigs in blankets, sausage in the middle

Turkeys good, enough to go around

No one mentions the grumbling sound

I apologise profusely for being so stressed

yet I can't change a thing for me I've digressed 

i hope I'm forgiven it's not been a good year

I'll have to wish everyone a happy new year