Christmas is coming very soon Oh, you will never know when it is here You must behave or Santa will be mad, You will not know what going to happen in the end So, you better watch out for what you did, better not cry for what you have done. Santa's here, and you will know why, While you're asleep, Santa will be there, Christmas is awesome for everyone Love Christmas all year long Santa will always be happy.
> 2:50am So, I asked about fairy wings when I was 11; you never delivered. In case you want to make up for me, I will be just fine with a true lover instead. That should be easier. Isn't it? < -Delivered 2:52am
-New message 2:53am From: Santa > I'm bringing you your wings <
Well looks like true love can't be find even from santa
Thank Goodness Santa was exempted From Covid Travel Rules, So he could go and deliver All those presents and shimmering jewels. My great nephew and niece all smiles: Look at their happy faces. Santa did all those miles And got to so, so many places.
He even brought me mine Disguised as mail delivery. Giving his reindeers time To rest, for a while, In their Lapland livery.
Top of the Pops at noon. It was on so very soon. Some nice tunes and jingles Like a box full of Pringles.
Not quite Rock and Roll, But still a hint of Soul. Meaningful lyrics And some atmospherics.
The Queen gave us Hope With her speech at three. No time to mope Here in the land of the Free.
Trust you all enjoyed this festive day some way. And let us all pray That things get better From New Year’s Day.
It’s time to conquer Covid: About time I hear you shout. It’s DNA decoded, Vaccinations all about.
So twenty-twenty-one Is coming very soon. When this year is all done, Let’s fly up to the moon.
Let’s fill the world with Love, Holding hands again. Goodbye to twenty-twenty, Goodbye to all the pain.
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, Santa stole all of my stuff and he ran off with my spouse. That fatso stole everything that I had. I was shocked because Santa went bad. All that he gave me for Christmas was the finger and some coal. I decided to get even this morning when I went to the North Pole. I gave his reindeers liquor and got them drunk. When Santa started flying, his ship was sunk. His reindeers crashed and Santa has a lot of broken bones. And to add insult to injury, I pelted the punk with stones. Now Santa is in the hospital in a body cast. I got even for what he did one year in the past.
The new year is arriving, It's the time of Christmas, The day we all were waiting for, With jingle bells and tree of X-Mas. To share pleasure in different forms, The streets will be filled with lights, All will relish its bouquet, In these cold winter nights. Houses are decorated with garlands, And are hold up by the alluring poinsettias. Those luscious pies of pumpkin and apples, And the Christmas pudding,ornamented with leaves of maples. It's the time of Festivus ,time of feasting, With kindness in our hearts,it's time for gift-giving. Let's sing loud so the world could hear the deepness, With the season's greetings and a lot of togetherness.
On a snowy evening when the cold wind swirls We sit quietly thinking of the boys and girls And the excitement the early morning will bring As the joy spreads rippling while the children sing.
Years ago we too were lost in the maze And foggy wonderment of those fleeting days When sleepy-eyed we longed to stay awake To see the jolly red giant and to partake In the mystery of the spell only he could spin But sandy-eyed we fell asleep again.
Quiet and still the winter night was hushed As I looked around the room and rushed Into the fireside glow where the glittering tree Displayed its presence and huddled there for me, My dreams and wants, I shook with all my joy And rushed around the tree, clutching at each toy.
My sister Gail would wander in still yawning. We knew we’d never wait for morning And Mom would call us to the window to peer Into the night for St. Nick and his reindeer. The wonder of those times still brings delight It’s truly magical, the love of this special night. . . . Christmas morning, my daughter’s still asleep, Too young to understand the memories we keep Locked away for this very time of year When Santa loads his sleigh with all his gear And sets his flight for all the world around, Returns again with not even a pause or sound.
The wonder of this night is strong in my mind. We hope and want for her, a feeling just as kind Full of mystery, wonder and joy without bounds The night each year when Santa comes to town.
Have we got enough batteries? Because what I’m hoping for from Santa requires at least four of the fat ones plus four of the thin ones for the remote? And remember last year when he forgot? And I cried? For hours? So, have we got enough? Mum’s face suggests that more than batteries are drained.