Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the
caravan
Not a creature was
stirring
Which wasn’t the plan
But the camp site was
flooded
So that was the reason
And would be out of
action
For the festive season
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the
caravan
Not a creature was
stirring
Which wasn’t the plan
But the camp site was
flooded
So that was the reason
And would be out of
action
For the festive season
Santa Claus is a man, make no mistake
Because he always gets
to your house late
Eats your cookie
before emptying his sack
Calls you a ho before
he turns his back
And then he leaves
while you’re asleep
So, Santa Claus is a man, the fat arsed creep
When Christmas Day comes
And the wrapping paper
rustles
Enjoy the day like no
other, as it’s
A Brexit Christmas, ie
no Brussels
Santa put a clock in his sleigh
And the Elf’s asked him why
So, he explained to them
That he like to watch time fly
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the
Grange
Not a creature was
stirring
Which seemed rather
strange
As they were party
animals
And needed little
reason
But it turned out
they’d gone
To Mauritius for the
season
At Christmas there is another name
You should call Santa Claus
When he rests between delivering gifts
And that’s Santa Pause
Santa got stuck in a chimney
Last year on Christmas Eve
And ever since he’s suffered
From Claus-trophobia I believe