It’s Christmas Eve in the workhouse,
And not a
hint of the seasons in sight
No
stockings hang by the fire side
They’ll be
no treats in store tonight
It’s Christmas Eve in the workhouse,
And not a
hint of the seasons in sight
No
stockings hang by the fire side
They’ll be
no treats in store tonight
The magic of Christmas
Is the Christmas
cheer
What a
shame it can’t last
Throughout
the year
Christmas pudding
Boiling in the
pot
Rich
steamed pudding
Hissing in
the pot
Christmas
pudding
Singing in
the pot
Turn the
pudding out
Its
steaming hot
The thing that I enjoy the most
When Christmas
descends
Isn’t giving
and receiving gifts
It’s seeing
my family and friends
Because
when it comes down to it
That’s what
counts in the end
We live in a selfish world
We all
think of “me and mine”
It’s
perfectly natural, after all
Putting family
first is fine
But just take
a moment
As you sit down
to dine
To think of
the hungry
And when
the meal is done
Think of
the homeless
And as you
enjoy the family fun
With people
who truly care
Think of
those who have no one
In true Dickensian tradition
Amidst the
Christmas mayhem
Even in the
thronging malls
There are
unforced smiles
And
pleasantries exchanged
Between
people with
Christmas
in their hearts
Warm and heartfelt
wishes
Given gladly
without hesitation
One stranger
to another
Glass Decorations on the tree
Candy canes of red and white
Tinsel
sparkles delightfully
And
reflects the coloured light
A garland
graces the mantel
With boughs
of fresh cut holly
Mistletoe
is hopefully hung
To steal a
kiss from Molly