Xmas Fatigue Work is over For Christmas to prepare But I'm too exhausted To really even care Rain beats against the window Too cold outside To bother leaving the fire So in here I'll reside. But there's another problem My fridge is empty So at my house it certainly Ain't the season of plenty. Tomorrow town's gonna be crowded With every saint and sinner So I'll survive on nothing Until Christmas dinner!

Thunder Thunder, lightning Brightens the wintry sky Mother Nature Screams her battle cry- Remember She exists Eternal and proud The bringer of #life And alas the shroud. Oh Mother we hear you Like children we regret Not bowing to your power Of which, we should never forget!

To The Government... Government: If your listening to my phone calls I just want to say I'm glad someone's paying heed Cos that's not always been the way! Was on the blower to grandma Only yesterday And I'd swear she didn't hear a word Of what I had to say! When mam rang I whinged About my day, But I could've sworn she put the receiver down And walked away! So to the Government, I thank you But if you want to chat Sure give me your number and We can chew the fat!

Introverts What happens to the quiet ones Those who blush and shy away? Personality psychologists study them This is what they say: Historically, introverts have Been undermined and disregarded But they possess a quiet strength That ought to be regarded Along with their seriousness and sensitivity They are the thoughtful ones Not second best to extroverts Not the people who are no fun! So, if you're quiet And this is just your way You needn't come 'out of your shell' But true to yourself stay. You are no extrovert But this is not a crime So don't pretend to be something else Who you are is just fine.

Home Alone Darkness waits upon the doorstep I manoeuvre the well-worn key Empty as ever, I enter But this is home to me. No greeting awaits me As I cross the threshold No-one welcomes me home I switch on the lights- Again, I am alone.