A Joy Full Christmas. Hark! Does not the sweet sound of carols remind us We've put another sad working year happily behind us? Now 'tis time to stop work, hang up the crusty coffee cup, To clear out the In tray, dump the files and shut the Mac up. Now we wait for the Boss to say her interminable piece Before getting off on two glorious weeks of work release; So nice to hear we're highly regarded by those who own us, Such a shame 'tis not reflected in our wee Christmas bonus. It's finally that jolly fu- festive time of the year- Two weeks holiday leave lets me get outta here, So, sadly, friends, I shan't be keeping you posted, No, Dear loyal WordPress reader, don't feel ghosted. As another year sputters to its Cov- Christmessy end My sweetie and I've been invited to come and spend Our Christmas far away from our normal domicile, So, folks, you won't hear from me for a wee while. It has been an all too easy decision to make, To take a wee writing break- for Christmas' sake- So I provide silent nights and your E-mail feed clear Of further sadly seasoned rhymes till nigh on New Year. For the next carefree work free week Complete indulgent R and R is all I seek, A chance to spiritually clear my weary head, Leaving screeds I want to tell the Boss unsaid. I need a break from overwork and WordPress, My desire is to indulge myself sinfully, to excess, So, 'Cheers; here's to goodwill and Peace on Earth,' Even this heathen will toast to the special kid's birth. The time is nigh to rest the work worn brain- Plus, the joy of writing for pleasure's on the wane, I'm looking forward to lazily watch the sun sinking, So looking forward to sitting, drinking without thinking. It's my time to really relax this Christmas time, To sit back and turn my mind away from rhyme And enjoy the hospitality of our youngest daughter Drowning my sonnets in Tanqueray and tonic water. Indeed 'tis high time I got myself pleasantly pissed, Not brood over if my sparking verse is being missed, I'll worry about work and writing after New Years Day, Time to pick up a gin, lay down the pen and stick it away.