Yes I’m ready for the flaming hearth
All the pelting hailstorms,
To bloat beyond reason
On stuffing and ham

Yes I’m ready,
To bundle away my flaws
Safe and snug against the cold

Yes I’m ready to shudder
On the long journeys home
In barrages of rain,
Love-struck and deranged

To huddle among family
Through the onslaughts of grey
In the yuletide glow
As the neon lights blaze