Words unspoken, Words unread!
A Christmas Lie
At last its December the twenty fifth,
Today is Christmas Day.
It's early in the morning,
And Santa's been on his sleigh.
There are presents all around us,
In our bedroom, under the tree.
Stockings hanging by our beds,
For my brother John and me.
An apple, orange, can of pop,
And a large milk chocolate block.
Banana's, figs and tangerines,
And its not yet six o'clock.
Unwrapping presents one by one,
Revealing each surprise.
A bike, scalextric, rugby ball,
Filled up our young blue eyes.
Mum would cook the turkey,
Dad would clean the lounge.
He'd set the table for Christmas lunch,
Cos' the family's coming 'round.
Sixteen relations for dinner,
With a table that was fit for a Queen.
Crackers, candles, crystal glass,
The grandest I'd ever seen.
If only these words weren't such rubbish,
If only my parents did care.
I didn't get anything some years,
Not even a card with a prayer.
Today is Christmas Day.
It's early in the morning,
And Santa's been on his sleigh.
There are presents all around us,
In our bedroom, under the tree.
Stockings hanging by our beds,
For my brother John and me.
An apple, orange, can of pop,
And a large milk chocolate block.
Banana's, figs and tangerines,
And its not yet six o'clock.
Unwrapping presents one by one,
Revealing each surprise.
A bike, scalextric, rugby ball,
Filled up our young blue eyes.
Mum would cook the turkey,
Dad would clean the lounge.
He'd set the table for Christmas lunch,
Cos' the family's coming 'round.
Sixteen relations for dinner,
With a table that was fit for a Queen.
Crackers, candles, crystal glass,
The grandest I'd ever seen.
If only these words weren't such rubbish,
If only my parents did care.
I didn't get anything some years,
Not even a card with a prayer.
