The Christmas trees are trimmed
And all the
halls are decked
Santa has
made his list
And all the
names are checked
The
reindeer have been harnessed
The sleigh
is loaded high
Santa
climbs into his seat
And they’re
off into the sky
Santa goes
from roof to roof
From city
to city and town to town
He finds
the chimney pot
Then takes
the presents down
And the
gift giver goes about his work
So that
every girl and boy
Can awake
on Christmas morning
And unwrap
that wanted toy
Christmas is a time of joy
For every
little girl and boy
All wishing
for that special toy
That they
can’t wait to enjoy
Christmas
is a time of love
Given to us
from the lord above
When we see
with eyes of a dove
Christmas
fits us like a glove
Christmas is
a time for prayer
Christmas
is a time to share
Christmas
is a time to care
It’s also
the time for festive fare
Christmas
time is a special thing
A time to
worship Christ the king
In his
honour gifts we bring
And to the
heavens high we sing
The best way to prepare
Your turkey
this Christmas
Is to keep
it simple
To minimize
the fuss
To my way
of thinking
The best
method to apply
Is just be
straight
And say
“Turkey, you’re going to die”
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
