CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE # 1

 

It’s Christmas day in the workhouse

Just another grey day to endure

If we’re lucky we’ll dine on mouse

And Oliver will still be asking for more

OH MY CHRISTMAS ANGEL

 

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

HAVE A CRACKING CHRISTMAS

 

You must definitely make sure

Her Christmas sack is full

Then if your dear is happy

Your cracker might get a pull

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS # 3

I only want one Christmas gift

It’s the only Christmas wish I’ve wished

I just want to know all the names

Of the girls on the naughty list

MERRY CHRISTMAS

 

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

 

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

 

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