He was dressed in rags
And made
from snow
A poor
homeless snowman
A sad
lonely snowbo
He was dressed in rags
And made
from snow
A poor
homeless snowman
A sad
lonely snowbo
Fredric March stars as miser Ebenezer Scrooge in this live TV retelling
of Charles Dickens' “A
Christmas Carol”.
The classic
tale in which he is taught the true meaning of Christmas by three Spirits who
visit him, revealing to him the truth about his own miserable existence,
what opportunities he wasted in his youth, his current catalogue of cruelties,
and the dire fate that awaits him if he does not change his ways.
Scrooge is faced with his own story of growing bitterness and meanness,
and must decide what his own future will hold, death or redemption.
Are you wearing tinsel in your hair?
Sitting
atop your golden curls
You look so
very angelic to me
A jewel
more precious than pearls
But looks
can be deceiving
Angel with
the golden curls
And later
on I might well discover
You’re one
of the naughty girls
I am of occidental origin
And I
should make it clear
That I have
lived all my life
In the
northern hemisphere
And every
year, except this one
I’ve spent
Christmas in blighty
This year,
I was invited to my daughters
I tried to
decline, politely
She doesn’t
live in Britain
But in the
land of the kangaroo
Christmas
day in high summer
Oh what an
awful to-do
The hot sun
was like the Grinch
Not a cloud
in the sky since dawn
It ruined
the day for me
And it made
the eggnog warm
Flies
buzzed round the turkey
My hat was
stuck to my head
No queen’s
speech on the telly
I wish I’d
stayed home instead
I could be your Christmas tree,
Strung with
tinsel and lit, brightly
You can
trim me with ribbons and bows
Baubles and
bells anything goes
I shall be
greeted with gasps and wows
And you can
hide gifts beneath my boughs
You won’t
regret it if you buy me
So let me
be your Christmas tree
I only want one Christmas gift
It’s the
only Christmas wish I’ve wished
I just want
to know all the names
Laid naked on the kitchen table
White flesh
from leg to breast
A Christmas
bird to be enjoyed
My table
was truly blessed
I set about
the job in hand
Getting the
bird prepared
And by
using all my expertise
No effort
at all was spared
Having
greased the old bird well
The meaty
legs spread wide
And I began
to stuff the bird
I was
really in my stride
When the
bird had been well stuffed
It lay
resting on the cooker
Smelling of
sage and onion
The bird
really was a looker
Then I
looked up at the kitchen clock
Panic
filled me and I began to fret
I shouted
to my wife “quick put you pants on”
I haven’t
prepared the turkey yet