Coffee shops do smell divine
and carols add a joy sublime
In two days it will be christmas
Bombay sprinkled with gold dust
And though there ain't no snow to white
the reds and greens are happy-bright
Goodie bags with teasing eyes
wait eagerly to surprise
The sleeping hope of withered hearts
wakes up to the smell of tarts
The cynics wish they could unlearn
and steep in some ignorant fun
Pockets full and pockets half
look forward to better scarves
Blues can wait till some Monday
Hohoho it is today
