The goose was plucked for Christmas Not a feather was in sight The butler cleaned the silver Cook baked with all of her might The aristocrats in the morning room Sipped a sherry or two Whilst waiting for their dinner It was the thing to do
All dressed in their finery The children there as well All except for Grandpa (The stories he could tell!) No one alas was listening And no one noticed there He’d on one foot a slipper And the other was quite bare.
Below stairs was quite hectic Upstairs all serene And all along the passageways And sometimes in between Servants rushed as servants do To make things run with ease Tending fires fetching things Aiming just to please
And Grandpa sat and nodded His head sank on his chest He remembered long ago The Christmas he’d thought best With one foot in a slipper The other one quite bare He waited for his dinner Sat there in his chair
And soon the gong it sounded Its boom rang loud and clear They all trooped in the dining room With those they held so dear The table was resplendent The glasses gleamed and shone The cutlery was sparkling The goose it weighed a ton
The master carved the mistress smiled The children looked in awe The butler served the vegetables (Cos that’s what they are for) The pudding was amazing The brandy sauce was ace They ate and ate until alas No more could they face
All except for Grandpa He was sat quite still And no one noticed him not there As they all ate their fill With one foot in his slipper The other one quite bare. On Christmas day he died alone Sat there in his chair.