Caroling

Ding, It's that time of year again
No, not Christmas
The part that comes after
The giving is gone, the food finished
The Salvation Army has packed up their bells
Scrooge goes back to bed with a greedy smile
The companies pat their bellies with the good tides of consumers
What is left but cold
And the soon to come New Year
Where people begin to forget the past year
In a blur of bottles and a giant glowing ball
Should I quake with the implied difference I am expected to feel?
Resolutions meant to start revolution

Should not of have had that last drink
I already forgot my promises