In the station it's as usual

and the snoring has just begun .



The jingle of jail keys continues ,

before Christmas day has come .



It's as mad as hell this time of year

and the cells all full of drunks .



On the city streets many use one another

as makeshift bunks .


It's party time and young ones

are hung out like stockings around town .



Patrol cars are picking up the trouble makers

that are around .



For some reason Christmas can be a time ,

when damage can appear .



But most stations do their best

to clear their cells out by the new year .



By Paul McCann