Forgive us our sins

as we forgive those sprouts forced upon us,

as we take solace in comedies past

that actually made us laugh

and music, sweet beautiful music

we could hear in our heads,

if not actually out loud,

as Carol Singers belted out tunes

to songs that only made sense

when sang in key

and with snow nestling on the ground,

freezing the lump of dog poo solid

and Granddad pretending

that he could see Santa

on the roof

and then being flustered when