So Christmas is over,
The charm and the cheer,
Let's put it back in a box
Marked 'Open, next year'.
We've pulled all the crackers,
All the games have been played.
There were fights over Scrabble,
and laughs at Charades.
And then came the food,
The pudding, the booze,
The chocolate, the cheese,
The inevitable snooze.
Yet we can't forget presents;
The focus of few,
But the joy is in giving,
Not what's given to you.
But when we look back
It's of family we think,
The day spent together;
Not food, gifts or drink.
Because Christmas is over,
The charm and the cheer.
Now the sales have begun,
And will last 'til Next year
