Are you wearing a Tartan skirt?
And what’s above your
socks?
If I were able to take
a look
I could maybe see the
Trossachs
Are you wearing a Tartan skirt?
And what’s above your
socks?
If I were able to take
a look
I could maybe see the
Trossachs
Christmas day just after Lunch
My family, being a fun-loving
bunch
Engage
enthusiastically one and all
In parlour games to
enthral
At first the alcohol
fuelled the fun
And a good time was
had by everyone
However, as the day
wore on
With all self-control
long gone
The games degenerate
into farce
As an opponent is
knocked on his arse
And the afternoon ends
in tears
As it has done across
the years
And dad makes his
annual decree
“Games are forthwith banned”
said he
My brother was five years my senior
So, he always led me
astray
He took me on a hunt
every December
Leading up to
Christmas day
To find the presents
that mum and dad
Had cunningly stashed
away
Every year without fail
On Christmas Eve
It would appear
And we children
Would squeal out
A deafening cheer
When the source
Of our excitement
Was carefully set down
And we would sit
In our clean pajama’s
And dressing gown
And stare at the
object
Open mouthed
In gleeful expectation
Of what was beneath
The cotton wool and
Red crepe paper
creation
We would have to wait
The longest time
In anticipation
But it was worth it
Too see inside the
belly
Of Santa’s incarnation
And when we thought
We could wait no
longer
We all jumped to our
feet
As Dad slowly removed
The pink faced head
And revealed the
treats
And as Dad gave Santa
A little shake, out
spilled
The Christmas sweets
Rub a dub dub
Three men in a tub
I bet no one predicted
that
When they met in the
pub
Are you wearing fairy dust?
If you’re a fairy, it
really is a must
But the one thing I
cannot tell
Are you the one called
Tinkerbelle?
Frosty the snowman really lost his temper
And his behaviour was
an absolute disgrace
He kept going on about
an aggressive carrot
And he kept saying
"just get out of my face"