Are you wearing a Christmas Waistcoat?
Oh yes it’s
a real crowd pleaser
But
waistcoats are all rather Dickensian
It makes
you look like Ebenezer
Are you wearing a Christmas Waistcoat?
Oh yes it’s
a real crowd pleaser
But
waistcoats are all rather Dickensian
It makes
you look like Ebenezer
Father Christmas,
Father Christmas,
Got an itch, Got an itch;
Coming down the chimney,
Coming down the chimney;
On his snitch, On his snitch.
I dream of Christmas
And Santa's loaded sleigh
I dream about the reindeer
Bringing
Santa Claus my way
Away in a manger
No crib for
a bed …
The little
Lord Jesus
Lay down
his sweet head
I don’t
think it matters
How gently
you sing
Social services
don’t care
For this
kind of thing
Well it’s that time of year again
The time
when we feign gladness
When we all
get caught up
In the
annual collective madness
The time of
year when we pretend
The world
is not full of badness
We buy more drink than can be drunk
We buy more
food than can be eaten
We give
more gifts than can be appreciated
But for fun
Christmas can’t be beaten
It can only be Christmas
When the sane
start acting funny
Going nuts
for Christmas’s sake
And
spending too much money
Even the
levelheaded slip
And fall at
the Christmas season
Swept along
with the throng
Losing all
sense of reason
Why does it
always happen?
Why does
madness always descend?
It seems
that the less people have
The more
they want to spend
So
desperate not to miss out
And to have
their share of festive cheer
They have a
very happy Christmas
And pay the
price all the coming year