You have to wait in line
To see
Santa, but that’s fine
It’s worth
every minute of queuing
And the
anticipation of viewing
Santa Claus
with his big belly
Wobbling like
a bowl full of jelly
And his
fruity chuckle you hear
In the
Christmas grotto each year
Then you
get to climb onto his lap
And have
your special Christmas chat
Then all
too soon it’s time to go
And Santa
gives you a HO HO HO
On the eve of the special day
As the fire
burns in the grate
I long for eternal
goodwill
And an end
to eternal hate
Gift giving
Is in
itself a gift
Get it
right
And watch spirit’s
lift
Get it
wrong
And they’ll
be miffed
And undoubtedly
You’ll get
short shrift
It isn’t in
everyone
Not everyone
is able
So be warned
As you wrap
and label
That a
turkey
Here is a statistic
That is a
bit crappy
Only one in
seven dwarves
Are actually
happy
At last, I have some time to spare
No more work until the New Year
Its nearly Christmas so beware
The weather's bitter so have a care
Peace and goodwill and never fear
A wish for one and all for the coming year
The advent calendars
Are first to appear
Heralding the headlong rush
Toward Christmas cheer
On trees baubles reflect
Flickers of candlelight
From November’s end
Right up to twelfth night
My worst Christmas present ever
Was when I
got an empty carton
All
dog-eared and flattened out
Really
tatty and really not fun
When I
complained to my dad
And
declared it worse than socks
He said I
should be more grateful
To receive
my very own ex-box
To make
things so much worse
My dad
thought it was quite nifty
If you then
spun the box around
To make an
ex-box 360
