The pipes of Christmas past
Carry with
every merry blast
Seasonal joy
when they play
Their tunes
of Christmas day
The pipes of Christmas past
Carry with
every merry blast
Seasonal joy
when they play
Their tunes
of Christmas day
I sit with a mirror straight ahead of me
And another
one placed behind me
So, my
image is repeated in perpetuity
That way I
don’t feel so lonely
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a
tuffet
Eating her
curds and whey
Along came
a geezer
Who stood
right behind her
And gave
her a goose whey hey
A red ribbon tied in your hair
You’re a
lovely Christmas miss
Come under the
mistletoe
Is Santa Claus really a woman?
How ridiculous,
no way
They can’t
parallel park a car
How would
they cope with a sleigh?
When Christmas Day was over
Mrs. Claus
needed a release
It was a
very stressful time
Spreading good
will and peace
So as soon
as Santa was rested
She always
liked to have a bit
Being
partial to the "North Pole"
Well, that's
what Mrs C calls it
The pipes of Christmas past blow out
The melodies
of yesteryear
With memories
to warm the heart
And bring a
sentimental tear