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Christmas Eve
It’s Christmas Eve And all through the house Not a creature is sleeping Not even a mouse The stockings still hanging Are empty and bare It’s just a sign that dear Santa Still hasn’t been there Dad’s in the living room All full of good cheer And mum’s in the kitchen Checking turkey juices are clear The kids are all hyper And won’t go to their beds It must be the sugarplums Dancing round in their heads Gran’s in her nightie And I’m in mine too We’re watching Polar Express The second time through But out in the garden We heard such a clatter So we all ran to the window To see what was the matter And there in the darkness Spread out on the lawn Was dear Uncle Albert Seven parts gone And lying around him Was our Christmas display He mustn’t have seen it And tripped over the sleigh So now all the reindeer Are broken in bits And we stood at the window In hysterical fits No Prancer, no Dancer No Doner, no Blitzen Nor Comet, or Cupid Or Dasher, or Vixen Dear Uncle Albert He righted himself With some help from my gran And a little bit from myself We all headed inside To turn in for the night I snuggled under my duvet And switched off the light
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