You have anti-freeze in the car, yes,
But the shivering stars wade deeper.
Your scarf's tucked in under your buttons,
But a dry snow ticks through the stubble.
Your knee-boots gleam in the fashion,
But the moon must stay
And stamp and cry
As the holly the holly
Hots its reds.
Electric blanket to comfort your bedtime
The rover no longer feels its stones.
Your windows are steamed by dumpling laughter
The snowplough's buried on the drifted moor.
Carols shake your television
And nothing moved on the road but the wind

 Electric blankets typify the mass produced gadgets of dubious quality which rose to prominence in the 1960s. The overriding feeling of these lines is one of false, fragile comfort.
Christmas Card