And now another Christmas is over

And glad tidings are hidden amongst

Tinsel and mirrors

The smoke and choke of dust filled lives

Falling away into the in between days

Of hangovers too much pudding and turkey

Soon to be thrust into layers

Of left over mountains of mince pies and cheese

Whilst in other parts of the world

Little birds cry out for warmth and food

The clear startling light of a brand-new year

The uncertainty of what might happen when

And to whom under the fading fizzle

Of champagne lager one shot too many

And a large expanse of five-year malt

That warms the throat the pallet

And the stomach

Whilst the fireworks descend

To the ground where celebrations end

Buried and hidden under mountains of rubble

And Auld lang sine retires to the place

From whence he had been bidden

Among the bon viveur

Of it will all be alright on the night

Even though the promise of night

Seems to last one day too long

And everything that was bought before

Can now be found going for a song

Except for peace on earth

And the love of one for another