CAROLS BY CANDLE LIGHT

 

Christmas is a time

Of many traditions

Like carol singing

With candle lit processions

 

But not anymore

A years old tradition

Has to had to go

For fear of litigation

 

“Health and safety”

So gets on my wick

As this year we had

Carols by glow stick

THE LITTLE CHRISTINGLE GIRL

 

Oh sweet little Christingle girl

Your daddy is so very far away

“Bring my daddy safely home”

These are the words you pray

 

Oh sweet little Christingle girl

Daddy is away at the war

“Bring my daddy safely home

Bring him safely to our door”

 

Oh sweet little Christingle girl

How she misses daddy far away

How sad she is, he won’t be home

To be with them on Christmas day

 

At Sunday school she made a christingle

She took an orange to represent the world.
And to symbolize the blood Christ shed

She took the red ribbon from her curls

 

Then she decorated four tooth picks

With fruits and sweets and marshmallows

These she placed in the four corners

To represent all the earthly souls

 

Then finally in the center of the orange

She stood a single candle of purest white

And when lit, the candle represented

The world filled with Christ’s loving light

 

The sweet little Christingle girl

Took it home with her that day

And stood it in the window

So daddy would find his way

 

And the sweet little Christingle girl

With her daddy so very far away

Knew that when he did come home

That would be their Christmas day

EVERYONE IN THE GROTTO KNOWS

Everyone in the grotto knows

The reason for Santa’s ho ho ho’s

And why Santa’s little helper is all aglow

Because she is the latest of Santa’s ho’s

In her green woolly panty hoes

Pixie shoes with turned up toes

Her outfit held together with velcro

Everyone in the grotto knows

Santa gets inside her pixie clothes

And fills her stocking, ho ho ho

SANTA’S R & R

 

When Santa returns to the north pole

After his momentous Christmas eve

He is always looking forward

To his well deserved annual leave

 

His post Christmas R & R always begins

With a sight to make his passion burn

That of Mrs Claus festively clad

Hot and spicy to greet him on his return

 

In red stiletto shoes, red and white stockings

Standing seductively against the bedroom door

Then revealing her delights to her horny Santa

As her fur trimmed cloak falls to the floor

 

Red silk skimpies, a glimpse of her thighs

Santa is eager to quench his thirst

But Mrs Claus says heading towards the bed

“You had better warm your hands up first”

PARTY CLAUS

 

What does Santa do after Christmas?

Well if you want to know the truth

He parties hard with Mrs. Claus

Til they melt the snow off the roof

LAST CHRISTMAS

 

Last Christmas

We got the winter vomiting virus

It wasn’t nice

And it was shared by all of us

It was the worst

We didn’t see much Christmas cheer

I tell you one thing

We’ve just asked for money this year

SNOWFLAKES MUST NEVER BE

 

Snowflakes must never be

Caught in your open mouth

Until you’re sure that all

The birds have flown south