All my friends are blobbing,
blobbing in their homes.
Waiting for the food to settle,
waiting for the gloam.

Christmas day was lovely,
Christmas day was swell,
Now we're all exhausted,
So we retreat into our shells.

Grandparents are gone now,
Cousins too have left,
Lounges now are quiet,
some might say bereft.

The truth lies in the pudding,
relatives say with glee,
I prefer the quiet silence,
of the wave-filled sea.

Family is lovely,
family is great,
But when they're gone,
I'm sure to yawn,
Relaxing by oneself is first-rate!