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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