A spot of Christmas humbug

Feeling jaded by the prospect of the Christmas season? Worried about the pressure of finding the perfect presents? You're not the only one!

Now’s the time the city thrills
To the jingle of the tills,
And we think of all the things that yuletides bring.
All those gifts for him and her,
Lots of tack to dress your fir,
And the slushy songs that minor popstars sing.

There are special Christmas socks,
Advent calendars with chocs,
There are tiny bulbs that will not fit your lights.
There’s fruit punch from plastic barrels,
There are children singing carols,
Or awaiting Father Christmas through the nights.

It’s when all the town delights
In the usual Christmas lights,
And they visit Santa’s Grotty now and then.
It’s soon over; but remember
It will quickly be September,
When the whole lot goes and starts off once again.