On Christmas Eve the chimneys stand
Waiting for Santa to
go down them
And he duly obliges
each one in turn
To visit every house
because it soots him
On Christmas Eve the chimneys stand
Waiting for Santa to
go down them
And he duly obliges
each one in turn
To visit every house
because it soots him
This year, Mum was determined, for the first time,
To have the happy time the family had lacked
So, when she was preparing the bird for the oven
She stuffed the Turkey with sage, onion and Prozac!
All of Santa’s new electric Reindeer
Were all lined up by
the charger
Waiting patiently in
turn to use it
As Santa and Rudolf
looked on
Santa asked “Shall I
tell the others
Or would you rather do
it?”
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the pub
The air was scented
with cinnamon
From all the festive grub
From spiced Christmas
Ale
Or Gluwein served from
a tub
I don’t understand marketing at all
When opportunities
seem myriad
Like a sanitary
products campaign
Specifically, for the
Christmas period
I used my Fire Stick to order a hamper
Something much admired
by my wife
At the festive time of
year that pleases
On arrival I found the
box contained
Our infant saviour so
I loudly exclaimed
“Bloody hell Alexa I
said Baby Cheeses”