Versatile Verse 3

The sun will warm us, just you wait
We’ll have barbecues again that go on until late

The Queen may retire, Charlie just might become King

It will all be worth it in the end
This sentiment in cards, I send

The sun will warm us, just you wait

So in January I eat salad only
Alone I know I will soldier on boldly

It will all be worth it in the end

I can only tell you I might break the scales
And end up the size of two large whales

So in January I eat salad only

For all the lovely over indulging
Just how much I'm not divulging

I can only tell you I might break the scales

Leave me alone until Boxing Day
A huge hangover the price I’ll pay

For all the lovely over indulging

At 6 o’clock there’s a chorus of “what’s for tea?”
But I'm out cold now so you go and see.

Leave me alone until Boxing Day

Quick, make me a coffee, somebody please
If I don’t sober up quickly I’ll be on my knees.

At 6 o’clock there’s a chorus of “what’s for tea?”

Twelve have arrived for lunch and the roasties aren't ready
I've had too many gins and my hands are unsteady

Quick, make me a coffee, somebody please

They know He's been when their Xmas stockings rustle
Meanwhile for the grownups dealing with the turkey is a tussle

Twelve have arrived for lunch and the roasties aren't ready

The little uns like playing with the boxes and wrapping
Listening to carols and their crackers snapping

They know He’s been when their Xmas stockings rustle

Then comes the excitement of finding Santa Claus has been
Will they get what they want, or things they've never seen?

The little'uns like playing with the boxes and wrapping

they peek

They look so angelic when finally gone to sleep
also on waking at Christmas when out of the covers the peek

Then comes the excitement of finding Santa Claus has been

Good children go to bed when asked first time
Or so I'm told as it has never been the case with mine!

They look so angelic when finally gone to sleep

A change in behaviour and a plea for mercy
Leave a tipple for Santa as he’s always thirsty

Good children go to bed when asked first time

So next year he might forget where they live
Or their misdemeanours he might not forgive

A change in behaviour and a plea for mercy

Santa is so clever getting bicycles down chimneys,
Even to naughty children who never say 'please'

So next year he might forget where they live

But the grandchildren’s joy at Christmas is always a blessing,
Will they get toys, have they been good, we keep them guessing,

Santa is so clever getting bicycles down chimneys

It's all about raising our spirits and giving hope
As sometimes this year it has been hard to cope

But the grandchildren's joy at Christmas is always a blessing

It all must cost an astronomical amount
But this year the expense doesn't really count,

It's about raising our spirits and giving hope

It’s cheery and hopeful to see the street ablaze
My neighbours efforts never cease to amaze

It all must cost an astronomical amount

Lots of bright colours and sparkly bits
All the outside lights of neighbours are sure to be big hits

It's cheery and hopeful to see the street ablaze

It makes them smile which is fine by me
Anything cheerful is good to see

Lots of bright colours and sparkly bits

Correction...

It makes them smile which is fine by me