Christmas is over, the family’s all gone

The left over ham has been sliced from the bone

The trifle is soggy, there is no more pud

the salad is drooping, the cream is no good

There’s jokes from the crackers screwed up on the floor

The wreath is no longer straight on the door

The pool is recovering from post dinner dips

The pantry is bulging with left over chips

The dog is searching for food on the ground

There’s mistletoe hanging but no-one around

There’s three hidden bullets from kiddies Nerf guns

a toothbrush, some undies and hard stale buns

The pavlova is still in its box on the shelf

Nobody wants it, not even myself

presents all opened, Christmas games played

The dog and I tired, cleaning delayed

Christmas is over, the family’s not here

but the tree is still standing, the fridge full of beer

I’m recalling the laughter, the food and the fun

The childrens bright smiles, the hot burning sun

The baby’s loud chatter, the rolling eyed puns

Ah! Christmas is over but the memories are here

And we’ll do it again at the end of next year!