Don’t worry that the little ones
Will be up at the
crack of dawn
It is worth it to see
the simple joy
In their eyes on
Christmas morn
Don’t worry that the little ones
Will be up at the
crack of dawn
It is worth it to see
the simple joy
In their eyes on
Christmas morn
You came into our lives
A fighter and a
screamer
Born to us at
Christmas
Just like our redeemer
And how we loved you
Right from the very
start
But naming you was
hard
What name should we
impart?
Then like a light
coming on
The answer rang like a
bell
You were born at Christmas
So, we would call you
Noelle
All across this country
All across this land
All across the world
His route is carefully
planned
To keep ahead of the
sun
To miss the no fly
zones
Avoid the passenger
planes
And steer clear of
traffic cones
He must carefully time
his mission
To a schedule
carefully trialled
To ensure its full
success
And not disappoint a
single child
Joy bringer
Toy bringer
He’s the real McCoy
For every girl and boy
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