She is always in a hurry
So happy when the snowflakes fall in a flurry
In the shops as soon as it becomes November
Wrapping gifts in early December
Giving what she bought away
Happy that it's Christmas day
And then only the next day
Sad to see the year was the same
So tired of the sorrow filled game
Hoping that next year she will change
Hopes for next year all the same
Hoping this on new years day
Hoping...
Hoping....
Doing everything the same