by Jim Hyde23 Dec 2013
Put down the cheap gift wrap
and don your true antlers.
String bells, whistles, lights and blaze
up the tines. Run lines down your back
and polish those old hooves.
Put on the eggnog and all-day pink
jammies, them funny brown slippers
and eat all the food.
Walk through your streets
greeting your neighbours, hand out
fresh turkey to the lonely and sad.
Pour on the brandy and light up
your night face, make them all smile
with bad somersaults and wine.
Santa is gone and the presents are ready.
It's time for the bonfire
and a twenty-foot log.
So laugh through the snows
and let Christmas get in there
set your woes in the outdoor -
the Magi are come.