Beware of what you write
In your
Christmas letter to Santa
Ask
yourself if you’ve been good
But be
honest when you answer
If you’re
naughty and say you’re nice
Santa may
erupt with laughter
He may even
laugh so violently
That you
end up killing Santa
It was Christmas Eve
We were
preparing for Christmas day
Stuffing
the bird and peeling veg
Singing of
Santa on his sleigh
When the
phone call came
I thought
great Dads on his way
Or maybe it
will be Gran
With
another Christmas cliché
A happy
Christmas call
Full of
happiness and cheer
In truth it
was the very opposite
It was the
call we all fear
The death
of a loved one
The voice
says so very clear
“I’ve lost
my best friend”
And I had
no words only tears
Out of the
blue so unexpected
Certainly
not on Christmas Eve
Christmas
should be a celebration
Certainly
not a time to grieve
But
Christmas Eve or not
It seems it
was his time to leave
So farewell
dear brother
Life
without you I cannot conceive
For my Brother Peter who died
on Christmas Eve 2008
Oh Holly and my Ivy
Of all the
girls I’ve known
When they
dress in the Santa gear
They really
ring my bell
Merry Christmas sir, I’m your paper boy
I bring you
daily tidings of peace and joy
I know that
at 6am that no one knocks
But how else would I get my Christmas box
A press release from Santa Claus stated
That the
Poles reputation had been blighted
So Mobile
phones were banned, the number
Of indecent
Elfies was the reason cited
Sixteen year old Gwen Davies (Siân MacLean) adores the horses she and her grandfather have raised on the beautiful Welsh Mountains. However, when her grandfather dies without naming her as heir the farm passes to her uncle Alan (Daniel J. Travanti) who left Wales many years earlier and made a home in America and now must either sell the farm to a greedy land developer, or allow Gwen to keep the farm, opening the wounds of his tragic past in the process.
Are you wearing a Santa Suit?
I have to
say you do look cute
I wonder if
there might just be
A little
room in there for me
