Oh, my Christmas Angel
Won’t you
here my plea
Oh
Christmas Angel
Spend Christmas
with me
Oh, my
Christmas Angel
Surely
heaven sent
Oh
Christmas Angel
Be my
Christmas present
Oh, my
Christmas Angel
Wont you
here my plea
Let me
un-wrap you
Beneath the
Christmas tree
Oh, my
Christmas Angel
Oh, please
hear me do?
Oh,
Christmas angel
Let me make
a devil out of you
You must definitely make sure
Her Christmas
sack is full
Then if
your dear is happy
Your
cracker might get a pull
I only want one Christmas gift
It’s the
only Christmas wish I’ve wished
I just want
to know all the names
Memories of Christmas past
Etched deep within
Remembered fondly
Remembered joyfully
Youthful
memories
Christmas lights
Holly wreaths
Ringing bells
Icing the cake
Singing carols
Trimming the tree
Mistletoe for kissing mum
All done with love
Special Christmas’s with
mum and dad
Christmas is a funny time of year
At no other
time of year are the shops full to overflowing
With people
who clearly don’t want to be there
Spending
money they don’t have
On things
the recipients of them won’t like
You send
cards to people you haven’t seen for years
And you get
cards from people you’ve never heard of
You spend
the day itself
Amidst the
people you’ve managed to avoid all year
You have to
kiss relatives you never knew you had
Who keep
farting and blaming it on the dog
You dine on
roast Turkey
Which no
one lists as their favourite meat
And you
have to sit at the table wearing silly paper hats
When for
the rest of the year you mustn’t wear a hat at the table
You eat
Christmas pudding and mince pies
That give
everyone heartburn
Then you
all sit around a dead tree
Pretending
to like the presents you open
You eat
sweets and nuts that you took out of a sock
While you
watch the Queens speech
Then you
play parlour games suggested by someone
Who claims
in their day “they had to make their own entertainment”
Who then
falls asleep in his chair
But despite
all of this I still love it
December’s wind is bitter
December's moon is cold
December's gem is turquoise
December’s year is old
December’s
sun is cool
December’s
water is ice
December’s
number is twelve
December
smells of spice
December’s
season is winter
December’s
green is holly
December’s
season is festive
December
people are jolly
December’s
shops are full
December’s
shows are on
December’s
drink is eggnog
December
smells of cinnamon
December’s
days are short
December’s
nights are long
December’s
tone is joy
December
sings a Christmas song
The three wise men
Travelled
for days before reaching Bethlehem
And arrived
after the birth
They stood
and viewed the scene in awe
And knelt
reverently in the lords presence
Then gave
their gifts of Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh
The three
wise women
Would have
stopped to ask directions
And arrived
before the birth
They would
have delivered the baby
Then they
would have cleaned the stable and cooked a meal
Before
giving the baby really useful gifts
The three
wise women
Leaving
Bethlehem would be heard to say
“A virgin
not likely, I know the family”
“That baby
looks more like the shepherd than Joseph”
“Only a
drama queen would choose to give birth in a stable”
“That
Joseph is on the social you know”
“Well, a
lift home would have been nice”
“That angel
was really snooty”
