Sunday, 23 December 2012

The Land of Christmas Socks (A Cautionary Tale)


When whiteness frosts your eyebrows,
And hair sprouts from your ear,
No one can guess just what you want,
At this time of year.

It’s woolly festive footwear,
Inside your Christmas box,
Yes! You have been transported,
To The Land of Christmas Socks!
Once you got a bicycle,
With combination locks,
But now you are consigned to…
The Land of Christmas Socks!



Your children get the video games,
Your missus, she gets chocs,
Abandon hope of toys for boys,
In The Land of Christmas Socks!

It’s cardigans and kipper ties,
In colours made for shocks,
And tartan slippers, nice and snug,
In The Land of Christmas Socks!

So get a taste for whiskey,
Or expensive cuckoo clocks,
Or fancy hats or poetry or sparkly party frocks.

Cos if you don’t, it’s ‘woe is you,’
It’s Christmas on the rocks!
When you’re forever banish-ed,
To The Land of Christmas Socks!


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of you!