It is nearly time

to put my well worn shoes

at the back of the wardrobe, making sure to

cover them up so

nothing falls in

and causes me to yell out in surprise

come the middle of January

when I start this madness

once again.

Surprised that they have lasted all year,

the red boots, have served me well

and deserve the foot rest

that this festive period

that bleeds into New Year hope

and dreams already dashed

as other’s resolutions canker and spoil, provide.