Well I'm a stranger to these parts
Christmas comes but once a year,
A mince pie and a bottle of beer,
Lights twinkle, faces aglow,
What shall we do now?
I know.
Have a postwhore for Christmas,
A postwhore for the New Year,
And then perhaps I'll have another beer.
Prezzies scattered around the room,
When in the middle of this
Something went BOOM
The Christmas pudding exploded,
The Turkey went black,
And poor old, stressed out Mother
GOT THE SACK