The Northerly wind stings red cheeks under a woolly hat,
That naughty red dress that makes you question ‘God have really I gotten that fat?’
The excitement and trepidation because it’s Christmas party day,
Then the sinking feeling; ‘Have I booked my holiday?’
The joyful conversation with a fire and eggnog,
The tummy grumbling at the thoughts of honey glazed hog,
The confirmation email, 2 Spanish weeks mid-May,
The thrill your boss just approved your booked holiday.
Two hot whiskeys and a glass of mulled wine,
A panadol, flat 7Up, my head will be fine,
Singing Fairy Tale of New York like you’re a 90’s Rocker,
It’s a big Merry Christmas from all at HRLocker.
Green Santa Campaign
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