Christmas chicken......

Not the sort you eat
But the sort where you leave everything til the last minute and see what's left
I am half hearted about Christmas this year
I can't be bothered with the fuss, the expense,
Putting decorations up, taking decorations down,
The writing, the wrapping, the false jollity
The pretence, the pressure, the anti climax.

Christmas will be different this year
I would like to be alone

We'll see how that works out