sadly down on St Mary Street,
there's only the sound of weeping rain
from pre-Christmas Cardiff rooftops
surely a parallel universe
for it's late on a weekend evening
and raucous revellers by rights should roam
but, alas, most people are trapped at home.
Will a ghost choir fill the midnight gloom
singing carols from St John's Church?
A lone drunkard zig-zags by the castle
throwing his empty can with fury,
there's no-one to listen to his rants
as he breaks the silence of the night
but the illuminated reindeers do not care
as a distant siren punctures the air.