The measure of age used to be
When Policemen looked younger
Now I know I’m getting old
When Santa starts looking younger
The measure of age used to be
When Policemen looked younger
Now I know I’m getting old
When Santa starts looking younger
I’ve always been of the opinion
That the Christmas nativity
Was a baby shower that became
A bit of an over the top festivity
Christmas is a deeply religious time
That one and all think shouldn’t be missed
And observe it in his or her own way,
Thought normally by getting totally pissed
It’s a Merry Christmas
If you didn’t know
Santa has delivered
An early Ho Ho Ho
We can again put on
An attacking show
Now Jose’s been given
The old heave ho
Thanksgiving comes before Christmas
That is undisputedly customary
But there is one exception to the rule,
The order is reversed in the dictionary
What does Rudolf call his wife?
Is that the question
that I hear?
I would have thought
it obvious
That he would call her
Deer
It’s Christmas Eve
The mood is merry
Listen to the sleigh
bells
Here comes Mr C