Clouds release crisp snow
across the sleepy village...
Crack flashing red pants
drunken kid despising oaf...
The shepherds in the song moved on
after the King left the manger...
On a crisp sunny morn',
I lay my new born...
Ev'ry single person in the world desires,
a gift from Santa Claus's bulging sack...
Clomp, clomp, stomp...
I stagger heavy booted...
It takes a heap of human emotions
to open up our eyes...
Me and my photo album
Pictures are superior, digital will have to do...
O Come all ye faithful, it's the time of year
To spread good will and Christmas cheer...
Hark the herald bankers sing,
Come all ye plebs and worship the King...
Christmas comes but once a year,
but is strung out for months on end...
It has been one love's arduous journey
to say goodbye to black magic spells...