The Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas in my freezing flat
I‘m snuggled up on the sofa stroking my pussycat.
When all of a sudden there’s a knock at the door -
there’s a guy dressed in red, I’ve seen his face before
I said come on in Santa, although it’s warmer outside
my flat’s like the North Pole; my oil boiler has died
The engineer’s are booked up until the New Year
so I’m feeling quite low I’ve lost my festive cheer
He say’s ‘I’m not really Santa I’m boiler man Mike,
let me go and grab my toolbox from my motorbike’
On returning he said he lived in the same block
and he skillfully fixes my oil boiler’s air lock
Mike says he took my call and that he must confess
that his heart skipped a beat when I gave my address
I’m the girl of his dreams; he’d seen me from afar
when I drive off to work in my scarlet sports car
It’s no wonder I’ve seen his face somewhere before
he’s the new tenant in the flat on the ground floor
Mike then steals a kiss under the mistletoe
he begs for another I just cannot say no!
We arrange to have dinner on Christmas Day
this is one year I really want Santa to stay!
Inspired by The night before Christmas Contest - but not funny enough
Sponsored by Joseph May
11/22/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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