The holidays are gone, our joy’s been sucked dry
Through crappy gifts and hangovers from whisky and rye
It’s back to work now, with heads down we trudge
The headaches, the traffic that refuses to budge
The Christmas tree that stays up till May or till June
Once disassembled will have to go up just as soon
Our holiday spirits dissolved by the booze
Leaving us with tinsel dragging on our shoes
With our bank accounts empty we’ll work off the pounds
Accumulated from turkey and too many rounds
We’ve spent, dined and travelled beyond compare
But feel comfy in our new socks and underwear
Valentine’s is depressing, Easter’s nowhere near,
It’s the beloved holiday lull that comes once a year
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