Santa Claus is depressed
Its
declining standards you see
The naughty
list is now so long
It needs
storing electronically
Whereas the
good list has shrunk
And now
fits on a sheet of A3
Santa Claus is depressed
Its
declining standards you see
The naughty
list is now so long
It needs
storing electronically
Whereas the
good list has shrunk
And now
fits on a sheet of A3
I used my Fire Stick to order a hamper
Something
much admired by my wife
At the
festive time of year that pleases
On arrival
I found the box contained
Our infant
saviour so I loudly exclaimed
“Bloody
hell Alexa I said Baby Cheeses”
Workaholic FBI agent Jake Cunningham (Shawn Christian) fears his case against investment fraudster Scott Shift (Cameron Bancroft) may not stick without the testimony of cocktail waitress Brandi O'Neill (Jami Gertz), who naively believed herself to be more then Scott's latest throwaway flirt.
Then Jake is tricked by his “Ma”, Anne Cunningham (Tyne Daly) to spend
Christmas with his “seriously ill” dad, Judge Joe Cunningham (Winston Rekert) and is ordered by his
bosses to take Brandi into protective custody.
Jake didn’t regularly visit his family, so he passed off Brandi as his
steady date and his mum is not impressed and there follows a humorous posh
versus working class seasonal culture clash, but there is a dark side to the
tale when Jakes dad discovers the true identity of his girlfriend and
sympathizes with the Shift family and unwittingly informs the corrupt family
lawyer of her location.
Are you wearing Xmas tights?
Oh how they
are exciting me
Adorned
with a festive motif
What a
Christmas this will be
Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very
shiny nose
And if you
ever saw him
You would
even say it glows
All of the
other reindeer
Laugh and
call him awful names
And they
leave poor Rudolph
To play his
little snorting games
So on every Christmas Eve
Santa’s
heard to say:
If you give
up the cocaine
You might
pull may sleigh again
But all the
reindeer knew him
And his
love for nose candy
Rudolph the
red-nosed reindeer
Santa’s
little coke junkie
When Santa was a boy
No bigger
than an elf
He was in
the workshop
Making toys
himself
But he has
no time now
For making
his own toys
Because
he’s out delivering
To all the
girls and boys
The advent candle is lit again
The Christmas
cards are writ again
Beneath the
tree gifts sit again
We’ve
overspent a bit again
The
Christmas table is set again
Our loved
ones are met again
We drink a
toast of wet again
And say
merry Christmas yet again