Wee Willie Winkie
Runs
through the town
Upstairs
and downstairs
With his
trousers down
He was
aptly named
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs
through the town
Upstairs
and downstairs
With his
trousers down
He was
aptly named
Are you wearing Mistletoe?
I don’t
mind kissing you below
Your little
sprig of mistletoe
But you’re
wearing it quite low
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the cottage
Was silence
with the owners at home in Peas Pottage
So, under
cover of darkness at a very late hour
The cottage
was torched by the Sons of Glendower
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows,
All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names,
They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games.
(Now I don’t want you to think it was because he was a freak
The simple
truth is Rudolph was a really anti social little bastard)
Another old folks Christmas party
Old friends
well met, hale and hearty
Thoughts of
the past would produce a tear
But a
shared memory brought some cheer
And while
remembering the good old days
A glass
they would all gladly raise
“Merry Christmas
And
goodwill to all men”
Does that
irritate you?
I’m not
alone then
The men
have done nothing,
Remember
Since the
final BBQ
Back in
September
It’s the
mums
Who spend
the whole of December
With
everything to do
And
everything to remember
While they
sit
TV remote
in hand drinking beer
Whereas the
mums well deserved
Christmas
cheer
Why can’t
we sit down?
On our
overworked bums
“Merry
Christmas
And
goodwill to all mums”
A top the tree of evergreen
See the
star of Christmas sit
While
scattered on its boughs
The
coloured lights are lit
On the
branches baubles hang
Glorious globes
of glass delight
Candy canes
and little gifts
And silver
tinsel twinkling bright
And below
the tree of evergreen
Adorned in festive dress
Sits the pile
of Christmas gifts
Awaited
with eagerness