’Snow Christmas ’Snow nothin’s Hit the spot of Christmastime this year

’Snow wonder Under the lightly laid-on fest veneer Curled at the edges where the gum is peeling freely Its contact off, the substitute beneath revealing A man-made new material had at lower cost; Its substance; and the surface cover only So’s it looks nice

A job so poor it glued fair for a season Thereafter came the damp nights working, lifting up The slivered wood, whose face revealed the reason, Stuff’s not authentic

None yet, no Carol Singers ‘v’rung and sung our door The nurseries are forgetting kids’ nativities No bells, just bills and jolly celebrations At merry stores

This midwinter live music’s died its quiet death No Wenceslas or gathering winter fuel Just big and brassy jazzed-up We Three Kings and all When I bought kitchen roll

Time’s arrow’s hit the curve of bending space The SatNav sent us right, then left, to chase Way into sumptuous galaxies that science just discovered Places where Father Christmas hasn’t bothered

Meanwhile and back on earth the lags who missed it, The ship that took the smart-set cruise to Betelgeuse Are roasting turkeys, gesticulating crackers Harmlessly there invisible