Boxing Day Song

Christmas cards are tangling on silver guilt strings

And the walls are full to dangling with yuletide greetings

The tree is shedding needles into the shag pile

And late presents are being unwrapped

By the children's hopeful eyes

Stars are shining on the little fir tree

And the glitter of frost on the pavement

Shows it’s set to freeze

Cold enough for mince pies and mulled wine

And part of me is praying its cold enough

to snow this time

Credit cards are ringing to the sound of Christmas tills

Shop returns are bringing a whole host of extra bills

Santa’s gone from his grotto, no kids to ply with treats

He’s busy sucking humbugs

And stacking up the half price sweets

Stars are shining on the little fir tree

And the glitter of frost on the pavement

Shows it’s set to freeze

Cold enough for mince pies and mulled wine

And part of me is praying its cold enough

to snow this time

In amongst the wrapping and satsuma peel

Hidden with all the trappings of yesterday's meal

There’s a little glimmer from a hopeful thing

On closer inspection it's a cracker toy

Plastic heart on a silver ring

The bins are full to overflowing so I empty them outside

In the silver moonlight of this boxing night

The stars glint on the plastic heart I hold in my hand

And the pavement glitters

As snowflakes gently land

Stars are shining on the little fir tree

And the glitter of frost on the pavement

Shows it’s set to freeze

Cold enough for mince pies and mulled wine

And part of me is praying its cold enough

to snow this time