Mx.D.P

I am fucking fed up of Christmas

It’s only Christmas Eve

Understand that not everyone feels the Christmas spirit

In the midst of prep and preen my discontent,

Christmas may not bring you joy, only anger becomes your lament.

Fuck the season’s merriment

Once again I have my hand up a frozen turkeys arse

The oven smells of burnt plastic left on giblets

And Jamie Oliver is a twat 20 chicken wings!

What the fuck is wrong with gravy in the granular

alright everyone’s entitled to a bit of Christmas glee but why don’t they want to peel a sprout and do the washing up to help me!

I hate the hustle and bustle, the crowded stores and streets,

There is no perfect gift

We all have too much!

The thought of aunties present, the annual box of Turkish delight,

Therefore the thought of Santa’s arrival may not excite.

Christmas is not just about the presents and the show,

It’s about finding what truly matters,

Letting your lived truth glow.

So if the holiday season brings you stress and strain,

step back, breathe, and find your own refrain.

Embrace the quiet moments, the stillness in the air,

And remember, it’s okay to not to have a Christmas care

In the end, it’s about finding what brings you joy,

So, my friend, I understand your frustration and disdain,

But I hope you find peace and happiness, despite the Christmas strain.

So amidst the chaos and devastation of the day ,

Find a moment, and chill

let your worries drift away and for fuck sake next year just Order a take away….