How drowsed am I after a few Christmas cheers,
To be toasting and celebrating to a feast of a home.
Now married, with no children in view of the near future,
There is a completely different that accompanies me.
No means of destroying the things that has to be done,
As they will be the traditional happenings of each day and of each year.
To be ‘the happy’ as the family wants you to be,
To feel the ‘electric emotion’ of unbeaten happiness.
Yet, as the morning after comes to dawn,
The bubbly cheers and laughter come from loud to unseen,
The moonlight that lasted as long as an hour or so,
Was disappearing like the sun being tanned to an icy cold snow
.
No voices of neighbours could be heard from the unborn outside the sun,
The stubbornness of myself let out steams of cry,
For thousands of reasons of ‘I don’t know why’,
But most of all, of importance was my wife had fun.
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