Step ladders out, we’re having a debate over the Christmas tree.
I say I would be on vacation if it was up to me.
Boxes being passed down, mum’s seeing decorations from when the babies were three.
Cards and letters from the family.
Flashbacks from dad saying, “Why’s this always up to me?”
In the kitchen the table layout is a mystery, grandkids now bigger family.
Cards and letters from past family remind me why it’s not about me.
Who likes turkey, nobody willing to disagree fairy lights on the Christmas tree
I’ve been stood up under the mistletoe,
Nobody willing to go back on furlough.
still laughing at Wallace and Gromit on the TV,
Them step ladders be back out come the 6th of January.