Christmas Is Coming

Christmas is coming
The geese are getting fat
The weather’s bloomin’ awful
And soaking Grandma’s hat
The clouds are blowing madly
And thunder’s boom boom bright
With lightning streaking cross the sky
Upon this Christmas night

There’s news of snow arriving
With blizzards on their way
So ho ho ho what a todo
Poor Santa in this sleigh
For his beard will get all frosty
And nose get flipping cold
Less arthritis in his old joints
Start to take grip and hold

And bless his prancing reindeer
Let’s hope they’ve worn a mac
For fear that if they too get wet
They might just turn right back
And return to the North Pole
To hibernate instead
To hide under their duvets
And retire to their beds!