Too Much Spirit...

I sat down to try and come up with a few thoughts on Christmas spirit and drew a blank.  This could be attributed to writer's block but I think it would be more honest to attribute the blank to the rather large quantity of Jack Daniels, wine and Jaeger bombs that were consumed on Boxing Day evening.
This year's Christmas has been rather perfect.  There has been a lot of rest and relaxation for the grown ups and my little Patrick's excitement has been off the scale.  I hope you've all had a lovely time too, whatever you got up to.
So now (what with the Mayans mucking up the end of the world) we look to the New Year.  I'm still working on my resolutions for the big day but I'm definitely looking forward to it!  I kick start my 2013 in Liverpool, staying with my dad and visiting friends and family.  Yes this will also involve a little more (OK a lot more) festive spirits!
So I thought it would be quite appropriate to pull out this triolet collection originally written for my university portfolio about my home town.  Hope you enjoy it and I'll see you on the other side!  Best wishes for 2013.
Lisa
Scouse Triolets
The buzzing metropolis that I call home,A cacophonous place called Liverpool City.Where musicians and poets come to roam,The buzzing metropolis that I call home,Where people speak in an upwards tone,Where ladies are orange and folks are witty.The buzzing metropolis that I call home,A cacophonous place called Liverpool City.
The competitive nature of where I’m from,The pride of the Mersey, Blue and RedDid not divide Liverpool or Everton.The competitive nature of where I’m from,Kept them fighting together, all for one,Justice for the 96, our vindicated dead.The competitive nature of where I’m from,The pride of the Mersey, Blue and Red.
The historical land from hence I came,Where sailors for an age have longed to dock.Brought Caribbean music and Barbados’ sugar cane.The historical land from hence I came,There’s a very nude statue with an intriguing nameUnder which “us scousers” have come to flock.The historical land from hence I came,Where sailors for an age have longed to dock.
The only city I know to make my heart sing,Liverpool is my true love and you’ll find me there.Spirits lift as the station bell starts to ring.The only city I know to make my heart sing,I’m off that old train like a bird on the wing,I’ll be waiting under “Our Dickie” exceedingly bare.The only city I know to make my heart sing,Liverpool is my true love and you’ll find me there.