Oh, my dear Mrs. Christmas
You fill me with cheer
When I see you dressed
In all your Christmas
gear
You look so
tinsellicious
In the red velvet
dress
With stockings to
match
And I would like to
stress
That I am looking
forward
To seeing the silk
underwear
And let’s not forget
about
The little bit of
white fur
The chilly month of December
Is the time for us to
remember
In the run up to Christmas
Those who went before
us
Loved ones and dear
friends
Whose influence still
wends
Shaping the form and
style
Their memories making
us smile
We remember the
traditions
As they shared our
celebrations
When you’re on the pull
If you want to break
the ice
Say something funny
Or say something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie in your
endeavour
Be devastatingly witty
Or say something
clever
During the Christmas
season
Walk up to them and
say sweetly
“Hey Angel, Shouldn't you
Be on top of the tree?”
Rudolf suffered
From low self esteem
Due to the red nose
It would seem
It rendered him
useless
As a parcel carrier
So, Santa made a call
To a reindeer
whisperer
The magic of Christmas
Isn’t supped with endless
beers
Nor is it to be
expressed
Within vociferous
cheers
The magic of Christmas
As through all the
years
Is to be found in the
company
Of your nears and
dears
There was a crow sat on a stone
And there he sat and ate his scone
When it was gone, when there was none
He sat and ate his Chelsea bun
Are you wearing it for a reason?
That outfit for the
Christmas season
Yes, it does come around
very soon
But you do realise
that it’s only June
