And all through the house,
Several creatures were stirring,
(As well as that mouse.)
They were suffering the hangover
That they’d come to dread,
Like five hundred-ton weights (And Gran’s Christmas cake…)
Had been dropped on their poor little head!
Saint Nick’s wallet’s empty.
How could this be so?
£50 on toys! (And that’s just for the boys)
Because they’ve all gone Dipsy over Po!
I remember it so well,
A Bright Christmas morn,
So hurried, was the unwrapping, that while we were napping
All the presents and boxes were torn!
Then came the lunch,
A Great feast indeed!
But come Boxing Day, (About teatime say)
The kids will be sick of the turkey!
In True Christmas tradition,
There’s nothing on the box,
So we all crowd round, to watch the crown,
Waffle On until one ‘o Clock.
The First Christmas day’s been forgotten
Sparklies, Smellies, Sap, Shepherds arriving at noon.
So if the kids moan say: - “Look at our home
At least there’s no sheep in your room!â€
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