There’s sixteen for dinner, the cooking is done,
The turkey is eaten, the wine is all gone,
Presents exchanged, wrapping still on the floor,
Smellies and jumpers and chocolates galore,
The guests are departing, there’s more work we must do,
Washing-up in the sink, the leftovers on view,
But can’t it all wait, the fires loaded with logs,
I’d rather lie down and sleep with my dogs.
Merry Christmas Everyone!