Christmas began alone off the A689
In my white Renault Megane
Almost hidden in the snow
Conditions so poor, that I daren't open the door
Wearing all of the clothes I'd packed
For the trip to mum and dad's
Made some bad choices
The wind splits into voices
That aren't there
I remember the smell of your hair
Last Boxing Day
When you said you couldn't stay
I think the exhaust's blocked
My wheels locked
The road turned and I didn't
In January I bought a kitten
The neighbours are feeding it
Now I'm in a field, concealed
Consuming the port and cheese bought for Steve
The antifreeze froze
No way to get the heating going
Unwrapped my dad's novelty elf hat
Sellotaped plastic bags over my feet for warmth
While I wait out the storms
Stuck on a Pennine pass
No one to ask for help
And I'm no good at that in any case
It's Christmas
I've got regrets
I lost my best friend
I changed the locks
I can't feel my toes
I saw some lights
Flashing orange
Caught myself snoring
I stumble out
The road's been ploughed
Called the cat Jane
Your middle name
I made a spade
From a lampshade
You were bridesmaids together
I changed like the weather
I was listless and distant
Biscuits and forgiveness
I am sorry
You don't need to worry
Anymore