The sleigh is empty
The list is
ticked
It’s back
to base
Double
quick
Mrs. Claus
is waiting
To greet me
Fidgeting
around
Quite excitedly
The bags
are packed
And in the
sleigh
We’re off
to Florida
For a
holiday
The sleigh is empty
The list is
ticked
It’s back
to base
Double
quick
Mrs. Claus
is waiting
To greet me
Fidgeting
around
Quite excitedly
The bags
are packed
And in the
sleigh
We’re off
to Florida
For a
holiday
Santa Claus is depressed
Its
declining standards you see
The naughty
list is now so long
It needs
storing electronically
Whereas the
good list has shrunk
And now
fits on a sheet of A3
Father Christmas, Father Christmas,
Left his bag, Left his bag;
Up beside the chimney,
Up beside the chimney;
What a drag, what a drag.
Are you wearing elfin ears?
They go
with your elfin features
Let’s go
and play in Dingley dell
With all
the woodland creatures
Twas the night before Christmas
And all
around the Crescent
Not a
creature was stirring
Not even a
peasant
I dream of Christmas
And Santa's loaded sleigh
I dream about the reindeer
Bringing
Santa Claus my way
I miss my dad, I miss my mum
And my
brother now he’s gone
But though
we are forever apart
They live
on still in my heart
Through
every special memory
Of the time
they shared with me
So, although
they have gone away
They will
be with me on Christmas day