The Season Passing

"I've dined on mince, and slices of quince" etc. . . . . .
. . . but the Season's passing so, although it's not bleak, it's now; "Auld claes and parritch".
With acknowledgements to Edward Lear's -- The Owl and the Pussycat
and the proverbial wisdom of the Scots ; "Old clothes and porridge"