A Merry Hicmas to you, one and all
May wine and whisky flow in endless streams
With turkeys flying overhead that call,
Hey, gobble gobble, eat us in your dreams.
Good will to men will reign, or so it seems,
While Christmas trees are upside down and filled
With foaming red wine drunk by kings and queens
Who look like you and me, but none is spilled.
There’s wine that’s mulled, and also some that’s chilled,
So take your fill, quaff it all at the ball.
This fruity liquid pill is full of beans,
And to be sure your knickers will be frilled.
So Merry Hicmas, pick a glass that’s tall
Knock it all back, and then enjoy the scenes.
Fri 7 Dec 2007
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