My worst Christmas present ever
I thought I
would be lucky to receive
It was big
and so full of possibilities
But it
really flattered to deceive
Beneath the
coloured paper
That hinted
at hidden promise
It turned out
to be a cardboard box
Containing only
emptiness
My mum was
watching me intently
And my
disappointment hurt her
My
cheapskate dad then told me
Mary had a little fan
She waved
it to and fro
Mary still
has her fan
But is it
as little? No
Are you wearing a festive sweater?
Well, this
season just keeps on getting better
And you
really don’t need a bigger size
A more
perfect fit would be hard to devise
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the flat,
Not a creature was stirring not even the cat
The mince
pies had been eaten everyone and all
And the dog
had thrown up on the carpet in the hall
Little Jesus sweetly sleep, do not stir,
We will lend a coat of fur,
We will rock you, rock you, rock you,
We will rock you, rock you, rock you,
Little Jesus sweetly sleep, just you stick,
We will lend you man made fabric,
We won’t rock you, rock you, rock you,
We won’t rock you, as were not qualified
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
