For all its ups and downs you’ve seen, this year is at its close,
With love and laughter, tears, disaster,
The list just grows and grows,
The rain and mud and snow and wind
Has kept us on our toes,
I can’t think through the chaos, how we got here? Goodness knows!
Around a roaring fire at home or out on golden beach,
Skiing in the mountain peaks, or just chewing on a peach,
Loafing in the olive groves or snoozing by the pool,
Asleep with face on open book, soaking up the drool.
Whatever you are doing, or last year you have done,
Think happy thoughts and make sure you go and have some fun
And while you’re making merry, have a rest while too you can,
Then come back in the New Year when the shit has hit the fan!