At Christmas time
I do like a
goose
It is my
one weakness
And I offer
no excuse
Though it
does depend
Of course
on the bird
To say any
different
Would be
quite absurd
The quality
of goose
That you
are executing
Is directly
related
To the bird
you are goosing
Mums make Christmas
Only they can
That is a fact of life
Her mission is simple
Every year
Recreating the day
Christmas for her
Holidays for her
Require of her to
Illuminate the season
Supply an army
Trim and decorate
Make and manufacture
Aid and assist
Sustain and nourish
Thank her
Honour her
Assist her
Neglect her not
Kids and spouses
Should respect her
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
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
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
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”
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
