Random thoughts of Christmas surface in my head

I write them down or they’ll never be said

Chestnuts never roasted

And cards not bought, let alone posted

Not cooking the dinner, worrying if it’ll be fine

Either way, not diving head first into the wine

People judging love with a price tag command

Invariably high price gifts, being the demand

The true value of Christmas, seemingly a thing of the past

It’s now, for some, about spending on credit that won’t last

Gone are the times when hugs and smiles were the measure

Now it’s months of worry and financial pressure

You could always refrain, a potentially sensible choice

But being seasonally frugal, is an unusual voice

These are some things that I either never did or no longer do

There’s still freedom of choice though, so merry Christmas to you