Hour 2, Prompt 10, Year 2021

He wakes up with the rising sun
But there is no work to be done
His trade is closed because the week has come
To liberate the god Saturn

He heads down to the town square
A person of every type is there
Rich and poor, dark and fair
Singing through the cold December air

He buys a candle, and some cake
On his shoulder, he feels a sharp shake
A Saturnalicus Princeps with a grinning face
Knocks him down, his wares he takes

But oh well, that’s how things go down
At the end of the year in this Roman town
When you meet with loved ones and laugh at clowns
Till this year ends, and the next one is crowned

She wakes up with the rising sun
In a time different from the one above
The Christmas music has begun
Her work for the year is fully done

She heads down to the living room
And unlike the outdoor winter gloom
Everyone is in a joyous mood
Setting out heaps and heaps of food

When they’re happily, merrily, extremely drunk
They begin playing White Elephant
But as soon as she gets a new coffee mug
It’s her brother’s turn, and away it is swung

But oh well, that’s how things go down
At the end of the year across cities and towns
As they have every century, every single aeon
Till this year ends, and the next one is crowned