A gift arrives each year
From across
the sea
A gift from
the people of Oslo
An annual
gift of a Christmas tree
Given with
gratitude
To stand in
Trafalgar square
Received
with pride
By those of
us who care
A symbol of
friendship
Given to us
each Christmas
A token as
a gift of thanks
Sent from
Norway for us
All the sights and sounds
And all the
tastes and smells
Make me
love Christmas
All the
carollers singing
And all the
lights twinkling
Make me
love Christmas
But there
is one thing
More than
any other
That makes
me love Christmas
The bumper
Radio Times
First going
on sale
That makes
me love Christmas
I’ve bought a special gift
For my
Christmas honey
It’s a
“Santa’s little helper” outfit
And it’s
bloody horny
Its red
velour with white fur trim
And matching
lingerie
It’s figure
hugging short and tight
And shows
all you’d want to see
I’ve always
liked sexy outfits
And this is
the best I’ve seen
I’m sure
that she will like it
Especially
as it wipes clean
Proudly standing there
In the
town’s main square
The
Christmas tree stands tall
Admired by
one and all
Decked with
coloured lights
Of red and
green and blue and white
And every
kind of coloured bauble
Short and
long, large, and small
Candy canes
and bows adorn it
And myriad
forms of other trinkets
This wonder
easily catches the eye
Of every
busy passer by
Who simply
marvel at the sight
With open
mouthed delight
Who before
they continue on their way
Have to
wipe a tear away
But it’s
not the tree reaching to the sky
That brings
a tear to the eye
But the parcels
of every shape and size
A festive
feast for weary eyes
A testament
to people’s generosity
Sitting
beneath this wondrous tree
Such a
generous response to the endeavour
Thank God
for those who know the answer
When want
and need begs the question
Praise be
to those who never forget
With hearts
so full of Christmas spirit
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
