Let the Festivities begin (and end) – A Festive poem

 

Christmas comes but once a year,

Filled with presents and festive cheer.

but the run-up is filled with stress and fear,

Although I’m happy, once it’s here.

 

I’m glad that it’s only an annual event,

for once all the foods eaten and presents sent,

I’m sick of Chocolate and my energy spent,

when it’s over and gone, I’m relieved it went.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 15th December 2019

 

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