Continuing on with our winter moan
How glad we'll be when Christmas has flown
But hark there is still more to come
To make us even more feel glum
The clock strikes twelve and off they go
Pumped up with an anticipative glow
Another year has passed them by
Enough to make most people cry
But those asleep in their warm bed
Would rather just forget instead
The noise goes on until the dawn
And then bedroom curtains drawn
Reveal the white stuff on the ground
And at this point we turn around
Back to bed.