My favourite Christmas gift
Costs
nothing it’s free
It’s the
overflowing gift of joy
I get from
my family
My favourite Christmas gift
Costs
nothing it’s free
It’s the
overflowing gift of joy
I get from
my family
Father Christmas, Father Christmas,
He got stuck, he got stuck;
Coming down the chimney,
Coming down the chimney;
Too much tuck, Too much tuck.
Are you wearing a Christmas outfit?
Well, you
really do look good in it
And it
doesn’t look risqué, not a bit
It’s a
really cracking little outfit
Though all
the emphasis is on the fit
It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
Just another
grey day to endure
We have
been promised nouvelle cuisine
So, Oliver
will be asking for more
Have a little yuletide fun
Make it
deliciously sinful
With your
little Christmas hon
Tied up
with tinsel
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like
the ones I used to know
But to be
honest I drink so much
I won’t
even notice if it snows
I have no need of Christmas
I have no
need of memories
I have no
desire to make plans
To join in
with the festivities
Don’t wish
me merry Christmas
I have no
need of Christmas cheer
For me it
won’t be Christmas
Until my
darling wife is here
So, save
your merry Christmas
Don’t send
your jollity my way
Keep the
Christmas fizz on ice
Until she’s
home on Christmas day
This is for
all those whose loved ones have to work on Christmas day.