Sleigher - Seasons Greetings in the Abyss

A Reindeer sledge flies overhead
Witch children in their beds
Anticipating, a year of waiting
For Santa's annual chimney break-in
Focused eyes look deep through the snow
Check outside for elves and a red shiny nose
Rudolph flies, warp speed, way up high, in the sky
Close your eyes and hope that your name
Is not on the naughty list once again
Santa's on his way, on his sleigh
Love actually is on TV, an outstanding rom-comedy
Somewhat dated, but appreciated
Hugh Grant's underrated
Cold mince pies bestowed at your doorstep
outside for Santa, Blitzen and co.
Frozen by the time deer-powered sleigh has arrived
No mince pies? Well expect your name
is on Ol' St Nick's blacklist, what a shame...
You got coal again, coal again!
A Turkey breast, A feast consumed
A decorated fir-tree brightens the room
A celebration, a festive ritual
With jingle bells, lights and tinsel
Snow's outside, you've eaten your whole
weight in pies, Yule-logs and cheap Prosecco
Gran just died, or asleep on the couch by half-five
No surprise your belt is strained
as you plied yourself with a twelfth candy cane
It's Christmas Day, it's Christmas Day!
I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Christmas is all around me
And so the feeling grows