The Mas

The new year is here
Though it feels just the same
We tried to behave
When the family all came
Our coffers are empty
The card debt is grim
The mas without Christ
Didn't celebrate Him.

We had to buy presents
For everyone known
The parties we hosted
Were the best ever thrown
We sidestepped the reason
We must be quite dim
The mas without Christ
Didn't celebrate Him.

And so, as we ponder
Repenting like mad
We realise, sadly
That we have been bad
Next time, we promise
All excess we'll trim
And celebrate Christmas
Surrounded by Him.