Is Santa Claus really a woman?
Oh, do me a
favour please
It’s
obviously a man
Why is it
so hard to believe?
That’s why
everything happens
Late on
Christmas Eve
Is Santa Claus really a woman?
Oh, do me a
favour please
It’s
obviously a man
Why is it
so hard to believe?
That’s why
everything happens
Late on
Christmas Eve
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,
But I’m sorry
to say,
That your
gift to me
Was
chlamydia
Bad Santa is a bit of a perve
For the
girls with a bit of curve
And he thinks
that the naughty list
Is really
more like his to-do list
As we approach another Yule
Its time I
went off on the pull
Looking for
a Christmas honey
Someone
attractive and funny
And if I
manage to attract her
I will pull
a Christmas cracker
Mithras was a pagan faith
Older than we
can remember
And the
festival was held
Towards the
end of December
Thank God
it’s been replaced
By the
festival of Christmas
Otherwise,
we’d have to wish
Everyone a
merry Mithras
We could have raised a glass
With all
the usual crowd
We could
have gone to mums
And spent Christmas
in Stroud
We could
have jetted off
For sand
and sea and sun
We could’ve
gone to my bro’s
Were they
have “lots of fun”
We could
have stayed at home
And just
had “a quiet one”
Laughing at
the annual
Morecambe and
Wise rerun
But we
decided to avoid this year
The usual
helter skelter
And help
cook Christmas dinner
At the homeless
shelter
May this Christmas season
Be overflowing
with Christmas spirit
Enough to
banish all the Grinch’s
And the
Ebenezer Scrooges
And make it a very merry Christmas