HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
I’m fed up with TV at Christmas,
which started long before Advent,
with too many chefs telling us
how to cook a turkey, ice a cake,
bake a cake and cook a turkey.
Then there are all those
wanting us to fill the house with tat,
kitsch and home-made dust catchers
beloved of leaping cats.
And that’s just the programmes.
I can’t watch the commercial channels
with advertisements for costly naffery,
in between the endless trailers
that have bored us silly by the time
the programmes are aired.
I’m fed up with Christmas
so I think I’ll give it a miss –
deliver gifts to the neighbours,
go to Midnight Mass
then sleep till twenty-fourteen.