Cocooned so sweetly in my one bed flat,
With viruses and ghastly acts,
Making cameos in every day of every month.
And so we’re ready for the lights,
The jingle bells and tacky songs
That float out on the frosty waves
And warm our hearts and minds.
In a year that’s plagued with certain fear,
And change that’s never been so dark,
A year we’ve held our breath throughout;
Now we’ve made it to the end
And so we need to wrap those arms
Around a world that’s healing fast
And enjoy that final week
Of festive treats and family love,
A gift that’s sent from up above.