Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the City
Peoples were alone for
the season
Which was such a pity
The Church was the one
place
Where they never felt
alone
As they were welcomed
And made to feel at
home
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the City
Peoples were alone for
the season
Which was such a pity
The Church was the one
place
Where they never felt
alone
As they were welcomed
And made to feel at
home
They first met on a special Christmas Eve
And chemistry sparked
between the two
When passions fires
were truly quenched
He asked before
bidding her a fond adieu
“What are you doing on
New Year’s Eve?”
She replied “oh I’m
definitely doing you”
I don’t want a Christmas gift
That’s very practical
Nor a homemade present
Or something musical
Not an article for
wearing
Nothing thoughtful or
twee
No items for the
garden
Or anything scented
fragrantly
And nothing so expensive
that
The value is shocking
I just want something
shapely
In a Christmas
stocking
Legendary Mousehole resident Tom Bawcock
Went out to fish
beneath a storm filled sky
To lift a famine from
the village, and to honour him
They hold an annual
festival and eat Stargazy pie
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the Barn
In fact, not a
creature was stirring
At all on the farm
They were bedded down
warmly
In the fresh laid hay
And slept in quiet
harmony
Until the breaking of
the day
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating Christmas pie
As he sat on his bum
He pulled out his thumb,
And poked himself in the eye
Eating Christmas decorations
Caused something of a
crisis
With a sore throat and
a fever
Ending with a case of Tinselitis