• 'Twas the Night before Chrimbo'

    Twas the night before Chrimbo, when all through the crib
    The pop sock were hung by the smokies with care,
    In hopes that St Nic soon would be there. The peeps were chilling all in in their uncle neds ,
    While visions of skittles in their brain boxes.
    And mum in her ‘new topshop hat, and I in my ny,
    Had just mellow our hedz for a long winter’s kip. With a driver so furious and fast
    I knew in a sec it must be St Nic.
    More speeder than pit bull his coursers they came,
    And he hollered and hooted and called them by name! "oi Dasher! move it, Dancer! move it, Prancer and Vixen!
    , Comet! hurry up, Cupid! come on , with not got all day Donner and Blitzen!
    To the top of the me crib! to the top of the wall!
    Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
    He sprang to his ride, to his hommies gave a toot,
    And away they all flew like the down of a barbed wire.
    But I heard him shout, ‘as he scarpered around the bend,
    "merry chrimbo to y'all and the y'all a sweet night"