I don’t understand marketing at all
When opportunities
seem myriad
Like a sanitary
products campaign
Specifically, for the
Christmas period
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
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the Mill
Nothing was stirring
As the great wheel was
still
Only the fire in the
hearth moved
As it kept away the
chill
A broken drum is the best
Christmas gift you can
get
That might come as a
surprise
But you really can’t
beat it
When Rudolph had an upset stomach
It was one of Santa
little helpers
Who came to the sick
Reindeers rescue
And gave him some
Elka-seltzer
In Santa’s village at the north pole
They watch a lot of Christmas
TV
Christmas movies are
most popular
Watched on Yule tube
obviously
When he only received batteries
His enthusiasm was
muted
But there was a
handwritten note
Which read “Toys not
included”
Santa has to work harder this year
At the North Pole I
fear
Since the jackpot of
Euromillions
Was one by Santa
minions
There’s a mean female at the Pole
Playing all the
reindeer games
“Olive, the other
reindeer, used
To laugh and call him
names”
Twas the night before Christmas
And alone in the Croft
The owner banged his
head and cussed