Christmas time is here again,
The return of the festive season;
Now we can all get rotten drunk,
For we have a valid reason.

We can pig out too on Christmas fare,
Throughout the festive season;
And no one can deny us for
We think we have a reason.

And presents too, a great idea
To show someone we care;
We stick them underneath a tree,
So they can find them there.

And we all worship Santa Claus,
A fat and happy guy;
Who gives the kids the presents
That Mum and Dad did buy.

We tell the kids that Santa
Goes all round the world in one night;
And only gives good children presents,
Not all facts that are right.

'Twas not Santa Claus who gave us Christmas,
But Jesus, who died on the cross;
And despite all the presents and goodies,
What a terribly sad Christian loss.

For all the love given at Christmas,
That we seem, all year long, to hoard;
Should not be handed round aimlessly,
But given, in faith, to the Lord.

I don't suggest we change Christmas,
That the whole idea is not right;
But only that we give our children,
All the true values we might.

And too many seem more inclined,
To leave their faith in the lurch;
And it's surely time to remember,
Spend some Christmas time in Church.

What does Santa Claus do after Christmas?

What does Santa Claus do after Christmas?
Does he take some time off for a rest?
Or do he and his wife and their helpers,
Take off on some holiday quest.

And what of his hard-working reindeer,
Rudolf, and the rest of the bunch?
Do they all get put out to pasture,
Or go back to work after lunch?

Those reindeer are truly amazing,
With their wonderful gift, that of flight;
They take presents to all of the children,
And they do it all in one night.

How soon after Christmas is over,
Do the elves start working once more?
So that children the following Christmas,
Will get all that they asked him for.

It's funny but nobody tells us,
Throughout the first half of the year,
Just what Santa's been doing,
To be ready when next Christmas gets here.

Why is Santa Claus' life such a secret,
Is there something he's trying to hide?
We know that everyone loves him,
Throughout the whole world wide.

The answers to all of these questions,
Are things that we'll never know;
For Santa lives only at Christmas,
But his spirit is always on show.

A Chrismouse Tail

His coat was red, his whiskers white,
His boots and belt were black;
He was a fat and happy chap,
Who had a big red sack.

He had a wife and children, two,
And Chrismouse was his name;
Just everybody knew of him,
For such is Chrismouse fame.

His wife was known as Mary,
And Happy was his son;
His daughter's name was Joyous,
They were known by everyone.

But alas, his only sadness,
Which sometimes made him wail,
Was that when he was much younger,
Someone pinched his tail.

He asked the Engine Driver,
"Sir, have you seen any lost tails?"
But the Engine Driver answered,
"Not along my rails."

He asked the burly Policeman,
"Sir, have you seen my lost tail?"
But the Policeman only laughed and said,
"It might be out on bail."

He asked the Jolly Carpenter,
"Sir, have you seen any lost tails?"
But the Carpenter just answered,
"Not among my nails."

And then he asked the Postman,
"Have you seen my lost tail?"
But he said, "If I find it,
I'll send it in the mail."

So if you see Father Chrismouse,
And he looks rather grim;
Just smile and wave and tell,
A Chrismouse tail to him.