Bah, humbug! was the catchphrase on my door
Now the windows are open on a new Christmas day.
Spreading cheer like a laughing parson, not a kill-joy
like that horrid person unfortunately I used to be before.
Take you to the Barras where I got the complete works
of Charles Dickens as a lad illustrated by Cruikshank.
Christmas hamper, food and wine from Harrods
Merry Christmas, love, and I don't ask for thanks.
The ghost of Christmas Past was riding me
The night brought terrors to my soul
Now, I find it's better to give than to receive,
Lady, you've got the keys to my old heart, for sure.
I won't wipe the smile from your face
I'm a laughing parson too with God's grace.
God bless us one and all, especially you
Merry Christmas, dearest lady!
Gifts given to flatter are often wasted, while gifts given sincerely are often trusted. May the spirit of giving touch our hearts all year round as well as Christmas time.
Ron