I’ve made the fucking trifle but it won’t fit in the fridge,
I’ve finished off the sherry which has cheered me up a smidge.
The tree is looking droopy, I know just how it feels,
Fuck Id better stir the gravy now before it all congeals.
The kids are getting presents, no adult ones this year,
Trawling round the shops depletes my fucking Christmas cheer.
I’ll try my damn best not to deck my in-laws in the hall,
Oh fuck the turkeys burning! Merry Christmas, sod off all.