SEASONS GREETINGS

 

Tis the festive season

Of goodwill and reason

For the politically correct

The dithering and the direct

For the clubs and the cliques

And tedious control freaks

For the anal retentive's

And their many representatives

For council house yobs

And the inverted snobs

Those with professional jobs

And intellectual snobs

For the easily offended

And the over complicated

For the vile and the venomous

The overt and the anonymous

Snake in the grass vipers

And Backstabbing snipers

To the tarts and the vicars

And those in disposable knickers

For all poetry scrawlers

And the unpleasant name callers

For the narrowly minded

And those with axes grinded

For the loud minority

And the silent majority

For blondes and brunettes

And all lads and laddettes

Those pierced and tattooed

And the prim and the lewd

For the bright and the bland

And the humble and the grand

For those who are pretentious

And the liberal consensus

Every class hew and breed

Every persuasion and creed

Whether ungifted or artistic

And the mentally arthritic

For the first and the last

And sense of humour bypassed

For those with rhyme and reason

So, in the spirit of the season

Now the year is nearly done

Merry Christmas everyone

THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS

 

When first you hear

A seasonal refrain

You know its time

To climb the ladder again

Up to the attic

Amongst the dust

To find the box

That is a must.

Where your heart will lift

At its very sight

And when in hand

You’ll grip it tight

Such is its precious nature

A box of magic

Of which its loss

Would be so tragic

For so special are

The boxes contents

Because this box

Contains the ornaments

That will grace the tree

And each trinket and angel

Every bell and bauble

Has a special tale to tell

For every ornament

That hangs upon the tree

Holds its own

Christmas memory

CHRISTMAS ARRIVAL

 

So, what should we name you?

On such an auspicious day

It must be a fitting name

And chosen in a respectful way

 

We couldn’t name you Jesus

That just wouldn’t fit

You couldn’t go thru life

Named Jesus Schmitt

And anyway, you’re a girl

So, we named you Kit

UP AT THE CRACK OF DAWN

 

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

CHRISTMAS NEW BORN

 

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 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

 

Joy bringer

Toy bringer

He’s the real McCoy

For every girl and boy