Christmas

Christmas is a time for love and joy,
A time to give and also to receive.
This is a time that hurries quickly by
For time which dragged now speeds and so deceives.

Christmas is coming

Christmas is coming,
The goose is getting thinner;
There'll never be enough of it
To feed us all at dinner.
The trouble is the feed's all gone,
The whole darned stock is done.
So what to do?   What will we eat?
Just what will be our Christmas treat?
The fish and chip shop's closed as well
On Christmas day as I've heard tell.
The stores don't open either, so
Somewhere else we'll have to go.
The cupboard's filled with many a tin
So there's no fear we'll be without;
And yet it really is a sin
We can't have goose with spud and sprout;
Followed by Christmas pud and cake
And wine enough to make a lake.
Ne'er mind for here's a tin of beans
It should go well with cabbage greens;
And here I've found a tin of rice
For pudding - that should be quite nice!
I promise you we'll have good cheer -
So merry Christmas and a good New Year!