A gift arrives each year
From across
the sea
A gift from
the people of Oslo
An annual
gift of a Christmas tree
Given with
gratitude
To stand in
Trafalgar square
Received
with pride
By those of
us who care
A symbol of
friendship
Given to us
each Christmas
A token as
a gift of thanks
Sent from
Norway for us
All the sights and sounds
And all the
tastes and smells
Make me
love Christmas
All the
carollers singing
And all the
lights twinkling
Make me
love Christmas
But there
is one thing
More than
any other
That makes
me love Christmas
The bumper
Radio Times
First going
on sale
That makes
me love Christmas
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
