Let’s haul out the holly
And
I’ll make you blush
If
you would just let me
Trim
your Christmas bush
Let’s haul out the holly
And
I’ll make you blush
If
you would just let me
Trim
your Christmas bush
When you’re on the pull
If you want to break
the ice
Say something funny
Or say something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie in your
endeavour
Be devastatingly witty
Or say something
clever
During the Christmas
season
Walk up to them and
say
“They call me Jingle
Bells
Because I go all the
way”
The latest gossip is in from the North Pole
And the Claus’s have
divorced you know
So why did Santa
divorce Mrs. Claus?
Because he found out
she was a ho ho ho
Scrooge hates Christmas
But loves all of the
reindeer
And the simple reason
for that is
To him every buck is
dear
You can liken women’s breasts to a
Birthday gift of a
train set, for lads
They were originally
meant for kids
But who gets to play
with them, Dads
Are you wearing a bunch of mistletoe?
Well, you certainly mean business
Isn’t that overkill? “Less is more” after all
But you know what you’re doing I guess
Are you aiming at a particular beau?
Do you have a target in mind?
Or are you more indiscriminate
Scattergun like or something of the kind
Oh, so there is an object of your affections
Is it perhaps someone that I know?
It’s someone I know very well indeed?
I still don’t know the identity of your beau
It’s me? I’m the one you desire?
You want to kiss me beneath the mistletoe?
When you’re on the pull
If you want to break
the ice
Say something funny
Or say something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie in your
endeavour
Be devastatingly witty
Or say something
clever
During the Christmas
season
Walk up and simply ask
her
“If she would like to meet
Santa's little helper?”
Do you know what Santa brings naughty
Boys and girls so they
are not excluded?
It’s not coal anymore
so don’t think that
Its batteries,
labelled "toy not included"
The difference between Santa Claus
And a serial philanderer
as it goes
Is in essence a total
lack of self-control
Because Santa stopped
at three ho’s
Are you wearing an elf outfit?
Does it come with all
the kit?
Pixie boots and a
floppy hat
The green tights and
all that
If you come to the
grotto with me
You can call me Santa
and sit on my knee
A chickpea and a lentil, what is
The difference between
that brace?
It’s simple really
because no one
Ever paid to have a
lentil on their face
Are you wearing a green Christmas outfit?
You look very
beautiful in it
In fact, you look very
cute
In your Santa’s little
helper suit
A Christmas hat sits
atop your curls
In a way only suited
to girls
A beautiful green
velvet dress
And white fur trim to
impress
Striped woollen legs
of green and white
Are they stocking or
tights?
Stockings would be in
reason
More in keeping with the
season
But I would not
disparage woolly tights
They too have their
own delights
Come and help me trim
the tree
And say you dressed
this way for me?
I am wearing a contented expression?
And all that is necessarily
attached
I’m a man and at the
end of the day
And if it itches, it
will be scratched
There may well be, as they say
“Plenty of fish in the
sea”
But until I catch
myself a cod
I'm left holding my
rod
Once I found out that masturbating
Was an addictive habit
I knew from that very moment
on
That I just had to
beat it
I love the human body though some
Bits more than others
I must confess
And I thank God for
nipples, as without
Are you wearing a Santa outfit?
Does it come with all the kit?
The boots and beard and hat
And padding to make you look fat
I didn’t believe in Santa anymore
Now I see you and I think phwor
I really enjoyed our date
I’m so glad that you
rang
It was a brilliant Guy
Fawkes
Night that ended with
a bang
My Bonfire night cracker
Always good for a
thrill
My favourite little
sparkler
I like to call “Catherine
will”
Bangers and sparklers
Weren’t the fireworks
At the Bonfire night party
But the girls I
invited