The smell of new clothes

Can also smell of bad broth

For when Christmas is near

It was time for cheer

The feast all warm

But be ready for a swarm

For when all the seats are taken

It will be awakened

Before it’s all gone

We have a nice chat

But when all is done

It is already dawn

We say goodbye out on the lawn

And that’s when I tell them to go along

With a big yawn

But I must go on

To say I’m happy for them being there