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It's that Festive time of year
an abundance of celebrations,
seasonal good will and cheer
time to raise a toast, a glass
of port wine, and bottles of beer!
a good excuse to set up a barrel
but with over-indulgence
it could end in a quarrel!
A Disaster in the kitchen emerges,
charred stuffing and burnt legs
Mother got 'laced' -
drinking all the dregs!
Mother got 'laced' -
drinking all the dregs!
the dinner's in the dog,
all that could be saved were
'Crackling' remnants of the hog!
the place is smokin hot,
the alarm thinks we're on fire!
Nana's a wind-bag of flatulence,
reminiscent of an inflated balloon gone Pop!
Oh it's all becoming rather dire!
You could hear a pin drop
as good will and merriment ceased,
So let the turntable spin a tune
who cares about the charcoal feast!
shake your groove thing
and rock around the Christmas tree,
and rock around the Christmas tree,
lost in the ambience and gaiety
Santa, baby...
Santa, baby...
A Cherished remembrance
of a Saviour born this day.
D.C.M
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