Well, that very annoying time of year is upon us and I'm writing/editing a poem that is exactly how I feel. Actually the poem below is written for two voices, a very happy and enthusiastic and a very grumpy and annoyed voice, guess which one is mine? It's not yet finished but should give you an idea of what I mean.

Herre it comes,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
Snow, Presents and Reindeer.

Here it comes,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
Snow, Presents and BLOODY Reindeer!

Here it comes,
Those noses cold,
And fires warm,
For which, we're never too old!

Here it comes,
My nose is cold,
Shop profits are bulging,
With all the scarfs they've sold!

It's nearly here,
The kids are off school,
They play and are believing,
Christmas is Cool!

It's nearly here,
Damn Kids are off school,
Yelling and Making trouble,
It's like Mob rule!

It's nearly here,
That time of year,
Let's celebrate with,
Turkey, Wine and some Beer.

It's nearly here,
That time of year,
For the coma,
Induced by Beer.

It's here,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
What a pity, it's only once a year!

It's here,
That bloody time,
For Christmas Cheer,
Thank Goodness, It comes just once a year!