122 Sleeps ’til Christmas

What sort of twat says something like ‘only 122 sleeps until Christmas’? That’s 4 months away. And they’re starting to pull out the Christmas trees and decorations…for fuck’s sake!

122 sleeps

It’s 122 sleeps ’til Christmas
and they’re putting out the trees
stocking shelves with decorations
starting all the Christmas sleaze

The grump in in me is most offended
It’s still not yet September
and now they try to manufacture
an extended yuletide to remember

Destroy the magic, dull the pleasure
take away anticpation
exhaust accounts, dilute the meaning
in crass commercial exploitation

So forgive me if I’m not excited
pawing through your sparkling wares
getting on your gravy train
all wrapped in glitter and despair

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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