Christmas Eve at the North Pole
Under moonlit skies
Creeping around the
Village
Are the Mince spies
There’s a mean female at the Pole
Playing all the
reindeer games
“Olive, the other
reindeer, used
To laugh and call him
names”
Twas the night before Christmas
And alone in the Croft
The owner banged his
head and cussed
Santa’s sleigh broke down
So, he stopped a
passing motorist
Who offered to give
him a toe
But then he was a Chiropodist
One fine frost filled
day
Which was evidenced
By Noel plates on the
sleigh
In Santa’s Christmas village
What do you call a
female Elf?
Well not an Elfess or
Elfette
So, the name would be “a Shelf”
Twas the night before Christmas
And all round the
Close
The Carol Singers
perform
For the festive and
the morose