7 Swans A Swimming

The 7th Day of Christmas, it’s New Year’s Eve

No plans for the evening, would you believe?

Up & out early for a cappuccino

Then home to roost, with nowhere else to go.

Heating on, feet up, it’s bloody cold outside

So I’ll treasure a day spent inside…

Sometimes I enjoy having nothing to do

But on New Year’s Eve, that makes me feel blue.

Writing, drawing, tunes at full blast

2025 will soon be in the past.

🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢🦢