Now the scraps are all that's leftFor lucky dog and compost bin.Cellar and fridge are both bereft,Save for an inch of sherry and gin.
In olden days the feasting lasted Long beyond the Equinox.But now December's scarce departedThan we're told we should detox.
"I was given a necklace of gold,Though I would have preferred a car.""My perfume's frankincense, I'm told."
"I got a massage with myrrh at the spa."
Tinsel removed on New Year's DayAnd back behind the attic door."Thank God it's over," people say.Who recalls what Christmas is for?
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