Unlike the old days
nobody waits until twelfth night
to take their illuminations down anymore
once the doings are over.
Angus took his snow projector down smartish
after his reindeer were pinched last year
and Harry dismantled his scrolling Merry Christmas
on the twenty-eighth
Janice told him to, no arguing
and Sid's icicles spent more time off than on!
Reluctantly, mine are coming down today
one day early, so not too bad, although
I’d always thought it was supposed to be bad luck
but we’ve got the boy’s dog tomorrow
so, it’s a no-brainer.
That just leaves old Derek.
We were all surprised
that he’d bothered this year,
with Brenda gone, and quite recently too,
I’d joke every year that his single string
of garish multi-coloured bulbs looked more like a pub.
Come to think of it
I haven’t seen Derek for a few days
have you Jeff?
© Graham Sherwood 01/2018
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