Santa Claus is due to call,

sometime very soon.

The days are short, the nights are long,

and lit up by the moon.

The frost has everything gone white,

with patterns on walls and cars;

the moon makes night time very bright,

and there are millions of stars.

Advertisements are everywhere

on radio and TV;

newspapers and billboards,

for everyone to see.

They’re all over my computer,

my tablet and my phone,

selling stuff that I don’t need;

they won’t leave me alone.

Santa Claus will come, and go,

and Christmas will pass us by.

Children will be happy,

for that moment; as will I.

And then we’ll return to normal;

goodwill and love will fade,

for another eleven months of time,

while the ads are getting made!