So it's that time of year when we all say goodbye,
to diets and weight loss and slimming of thighs.

We eat lots of sweets, bad food is a feature,
red colours turns good little children to creatures.

We drink lots of wine and our faces turn red,
and the wine hastily puts uncle Kenneth to bed.

And from food and drink to the tree we all look,
with presents and cards hidden in every nook.

The presents are opened, the paper is torn,
another year comes, more bad socks to mourn.

But mourning bad gifts is just not the reason,
of this time of year that we call 'silly season'.

So as we gather around, the whole tribe in one house,
the family, with chickens, rabbit, dog and mouse.

Well, we don't have a mouse, it was really a rat,
and it died mid this year, so enough about that.

We gather as one with friends & pets in this season,
and reflect on the neighbours Christmas light treason.

As thoughts shift to snowmen, reindeer's and sled,
and that jolly old fat man all dressed in red.

Who breaks into houses in the dead of the night,
and gives our poor guard dog a terrible fright,

And we don't forget during our pleasure and mirth,
Little baby Jebus, Lord at his birth.

On his birthday he met the three men that were wise,
and fried their poor brains with his laser beam eyes.

And then Jebus got up with his sword in his hand,
and slaughtered the Zombies who inhabited the land.

But enough of that stupid talk, onto serious things,
no more being distracted like a kitten with string.

So again I attempt to surmise this whole season,
and look through the dollar signs and to the real reason.

Christmas is a time to reflect on the year past,
and wonder why your auntie has such a fat ass.

I'm sorry that tangent just was not my fault,
my auntie walked passed, and came to a halt.

To read this here poem, and the contents within,
and because I have humour I just slipped that line in.

So to all my friends who have stood by me this year,
I thank you and promise I shall persevere,

At being more of good guy, (although you may mock)
I'll be more of a good friend and less of a cock.

I'm not much of a poet, but if I could write,
I'd write something great for you this Christmas Eve night,

If I could find the words, I'm sure I just might,
Say Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night...