Christmas seems to bring out
The siege syndrome in us,
We shop and shop - and shop again
With aggro, stress and fuss.
Every shopping trolley,
Overflowing with food
Is steered by frantic housewives
And seems to include:
Enough food for an army
Or a third world family for a year;
At Christmas we make sure we have
Excessive festive cheer.
Dozens of loaves, tons of fruit,
Biscuits, sweets and cake,
Crates of coke and lemonade
Our Christmas thirst to slake.
Rivers of wine and spirits
Oceans of lager and beer,
Over the Christmas season
Running short is our fear.
We ate and drank - and drank and ate
All through Christmas day.
When I awoke next morning,
I found to my dismay ...
I had indigestion and a hangover,
In my head was an iron smelter.
There's still plenty of food and drink
But where is the Alka-Seltzer?
December 1990
