Everyone loves Santa
With every happy Ho Ho
Ho
Even when he walks
backwards
Going Oh Oh Oh
In the morning Santa stood
by the window to peer
And said to Mrs Claus
“It looks like rain
dear”
It was Christmas Eve in the kennels
And all the canines
were all agog
They all made merry
all night long
Finishing by singing
Fleas Navi Dog
Rudolph got an F in his exam
Which was a mystery
But after his paper was remarked
He went down in History
If an Elf is wearing earmuffs
Call him anything you
choose
Safe in the happy
knowledge
That he can’t possibly
hear you
On Christmas Eve the chimneys stand
Waiting for Santa to
go down them
And he duly obliges
each one in turn
To visit every house
because it soots him
This year, Mum was determined, for the first time,
To have the happy time the family had lacked
So, when she was preparing the bird for the oven
She stuffed the Turkey with sage, onion and Prozac!
All of Santa’s new electric Reindeer
Were all lined up by
the charger
Waiting patiently in
turn to use it
As Santa and Rudolf
looked on
Santa asked “Shall I
tell the others
Or would you rather do
it?”
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the pub
The air was scented
with cinnamon
From all the festive grub
From spiced Christmas
Ale
Or Gluwein served from
a tub
I don’t understand marketing at all
When opportunities
seem myriad
Like a sanitary
products campaign
Specifically, for the
Christmas period
I used my Fire Stick to order a hamper
Something much admired
by my wife
At the festive time of
year that pleases
On arrival I found the
box contained
Our infant saviour so
I loudly exclaimed
“Bloody hell Alexa I
said Baby Cheeses”
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the City
Peoples were alone for
the season
Which was such a pity
The Church was the one
place
Where they never felt
alone
As they were welcomed
And made to feel at
home
They first met on a special Christmas Eve
And chemistry sparked
between the two
When passions fires
were truly quenched
He asked before
bidding her a fond adieu
“What are you doing on
New Year’s Eve?”
She replied “oh I’m
definitely doing you”
I don’t want a Christmas gift
That’s very practical
Nor a homemade present
Or something musical
Not an article for
wearing
Nothing thoughtful or
twee
No items for the
garden
Or anything scented
fragrantly
And nothing so expensive
that
The value is shocking
I just want something
shapely
In a Christmas
stocking
Legendary Mousehole resident Tom Bawcock
Went out to fish
beneath a storm filled sky
To lift a famine from
the village, and to honour him
They hold an annual
festival and eat Stargazy pie
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the Barn
In fact, not a
creature was stirring
At all on the farm
They were bedded down
warmly
In the fresh laid hay
And slept in quiet
harmony
Until the breaking of
the day
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating Christmas pie
As he sat on his bum
He pulled out his thumb,
And poked himself in the eye
Eating Christmas decorations
Caused something of a
crisis
With a sore throat and
a fever
Ending with a case of Tinselitis
A famous Christmas Story
Contains a well-known
character
Who died eating
Macaroni
He’s the Ghost of
Christmas pasta