Gone are the mince pies
Locked is the stollen
Wrappings are binned
Presents now worn
Decorations are packed
The tree packed or thrown
Xmas has gone
The new year now growing
Bring on the new times
In memory the old
Never look back
To the bad times of old.
Rejoice in the future
Whatever it brings
There may be disruption
But also time to sing
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