‘Twas the eve before Christmas, a magical night,
the air was crisp, the moon was bright.
Santa was having a well earned break,
he’d been out all night, one last run to make.
He pulled on his hat and finished his tea,
then off to the loo for another quick wee.
(it was a cold night and he’s knocking on a bit!)
When he returned he got a surprise,
he couldn’t believe what greeted his eyes.
All of the reindeer had been at the sherry,
Dancer was drunk, Rudolf was merry,
Donner and Blitzen were Mozart and Liszt,
their final deliveries would have to be missed.
Santa threw off his hat and pulled at his hair,
shouted with rage and utter despair.
“What can I do?” he said with a frown,
“It’s Christmas eve, I can’t let people down.”
Then had an idea, there might be a way,
he could finish the job and save the day.
“I know what I’ll do, my work is not over,
I’ll deliver the gifts in my trusty old Rover.”
“That would be fun, that would be great,
dropping them off in my faithful R8.”
He piled the car high with presents galore,
then fitted the roof rack and added some more.
As Santa set off on that cold winters night,
all the elves cheered at the heart warming sight.
Christmas morning arrived, sunny and bright,
all was calm, all was well, it had been quite a night.
The reindeer were sleeping, well and truly hungover.
“Thank goodness” said Santa, “for my lovely old Rover!”
Merry Christmas everyone, and thank you to Reuben and all the other contributors for keeping this thread going
