We’re sorry for all we have said and done.
Of the past; of the things that are now gone.
We recant our vices of the last year,
We resent, repent, perhaps shed a tear.
We look toward the future and we see,
The year ahead is the best we will be
Convinced of this, we join the merriment
Yuletide songs we sing in accompaniment.
But after the partying and after the booze,
After the countdown we watch on the news,
The slightest offence from any we may get
Is turned to, faced square, and is easily met
With curses, as we take down Christmas lights;
Resolutions forgotten, we resume our petty fights.