Who are you
And why do you now make me nervous?
I first saw you window dressed
Blinging like a catalogued obsession
For an early fix
We hardly blinked
Our eyes, suspicious as mice
Clocked, was it respectfully?
As the obligatory intake of breath
Recognised all past, present and future dues
And so Christmas
Your day has come
And some of us are on tender hook edge
Were it not for the children
The prospect of red wine
And the unquenchable thirst for peace