After a long flight on the sleigh
Listening to Sleigh
bells jingle
It wasn’t milk and
cookies
That made Santa’s
taste buds tingle
It was the thought of
Mrs. Claus’s
Freshly made Crisp
Cringle
After a long flight on the sleigh
Listening to Sleigh
bells jingle
It wasn’t milk and
cookies
That made Santa’s
taste buds tingle
It was the thought of
Mrs. Claus’s
Freshly made Crisp
Cringle
There was an Owl lived in an oak.
And one day his hoot became a croak
His feathers were drab
for all too see
Then he gasped and
fell out of the tree
Are you wearing Reindeer antlers?
Well not the most
original twist
You’ve been making
rather merry
More Christmas spirit
than you could resist
What exactly am I
suggesting?
A little too much wine
would be the gist
What makes me think
that?
Well, I’ll tell you if
you insist
Apart from the slurred
speech
You are walking with a
starboard list
And your antlers sit
in disarray
So that’s how I know
you’re pissed
I've always loved my Santa
But you might find
this shocking
I’ve never loved him
more
Than when his hand is
on my stocking
I kept Billie home from school
For Christmas shopping
Doing it during school
time
When the malls are
empty
It was Christmas day in Mum’s house
And the table was
laden with fare
And the love flowed
like the wine
Oh, how I wish I was
back there
Lucy wanted to buy her Granny
A ladies handkerchief
set
But in the end changed
her mind
She didn’t know what
size to get