Submission 33731

It’s that time to make a list
Santa’s coming for you now
Naughty, nice or simply missed?
Well, keep your head down, keep it low
It’ll all be over soon
I’m missed under the kistletoe
I’m underneath a careless moon
Out amid that mythic snow
It’s that time when all the clichés
come at once to end the year
Time to get away and clear
my head.

Out among the fallow fields
Out beside the freezing brook
Out in all the starry splendour
Out across the icy lake

Out into the woods so wild
Out into the bounteous night
Look up, look up in wonder but
Beware the falling reindeer shite