Post Christmas 2011.

Wreath of golden cones and glittery sticks

Materials hunted down in the eleventh hour

Midst of the bustle of a jolly holiday’s eve

A premium price needed to be paid

Then comes a fumbling twisting in a circle

But wait, no glue gun comes to the rescue

And when the handiwork finally completes

Alas! Gone are the celebrations of the day of St. Nick

p.s. Bonus points if you got the hymn reference.