Grey weather
Grey clouds
Grey faces
Pushing and shoving
In the grey crowd
Mothers shouting
Children crying
Young men staggering
Drunkenly swearing
The same old music
Playing in every shop
Wishing you Merry Christmas
I wish it would stop
Santa in his grotto
Pretending to be jolly
Fake beard
Fake snow
And plastic holly
Miserable look upon your face
As you spend your hard-earned money
It's the Season's race
To get yourself in debt
Before it's too late
