Not a thrift giver
But a gift giver
Santa will forever
Have love to deliver
Not a thrift giver
But a gift giver
Santa will forever
Have love to deliver
There were two birds sat on a stone
The farmer saw them
and then went home
He returned later with
a loaded gun
Are you wearing Christmas Knickers?
Is that appropriate
for vicars?
Just kneel upon this hassock
While I rummage in
your cassock
The bishop wouldn’t
think it funny
My naughty little
Christmas honey
The crowds are bustling
On the busy Christmas
streets
The throng is
blustering
In search of Christmas
treats
Tills are ringing out
their Christmas song
In the markets and the
shopping mall
Everyone gets a piece
of the action
Street traders,
vendors, buskers, and all
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas,
I hear the bell chimes
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas,
The best of all times
Merry Christmas, Merry
Christmas,
The old and the new
Merry Christmas, Merry
Christmas,
Merry Christmas to you
I've always loved my Santa
Since first we kissed
And he loves me
because
I’m on the naughty
list
So, we could go Christmas shopping
I kept the kids home
from school today
Because if I’d gone on
my own
I’d have gotten the
wrong sizes, so hey