WHATEVER FUTURE GIFTS

 

Whatever future gifts

That might make me glad

Or any from the past

Including when I was a lad

There is nothing to compare

To the gift of being a Dad

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 316

 

Jack ate all the lean

Jill ate all the fat

So now he’s anorexic

And she is always sat

ARE YOU WEARING A CHRISTMAS DRESS?

 

Are you wearing a Christmas Dress?

The big red ribbon is particularly pleasant

I’m itching to pull at that bow

So, when do I get to open my present

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS # 7

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the Hotel

There were creatures emitting a terrible smell

And the cause of the awful pungent aroma

Was an octogenarian party from Cromer 

MY VERY WORST CHRISTMAS EVER

 

My very worst Christmas ever

Was when I got an empty carton

All dog-eared and flattened out

For hours of innocent ex-box fun

CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

 

Christmas spirit,

No matter what you might think

Doesn’t come in a bottle

It isn’t a drink

It cannot be supped

But can be consumed

But its presence

Cannot be presumed

It must be cherished

Where it is found

Respectfully nurtured

And then spread around

A CHRISTMAS DAY BIRTHDAY # 3

 

For those born on Christmas day

They miss out, which is a shame

But to rub salt into the wound

Give them a Christmas name