A Rapid Rhyme That Claims (Somewhat Unconvincingly) Not To Be About Christmas

This poem is not about Christmas
So please don’t mistake it for that
I’m already back into ‘work mode’
And considering being less fat

No I’m not even thinking of Christmas
As I write these words on the page
I don’t have a craving for turkey
And stuffing of onion and sage

Christmas is but a memory
And one that is now all but lost
As I de-iced my car this morning
It was entirely non-festive frost

So this poem is not about Christmas
I have completely moved on
Right now I’m enjoying January
And not at all wishing it gone