Christmas Angels
On Christmas morning at seven o’clock
Our Gran came downstairs and she got a great shock
As the house was so quiet! So peaceful! So still!
And she said ‘Goodness gracious! Are all those kids ill?’
And she stood there in puzzlement, scratching her head
And she thought to herself ‘Are those kids still in bed?’
She remarked to our Dad ‘My, those kids are so good
They’re behaving themselves like small children all should
You say that they’re naughty, but nobody gets
That they’re such darling angels, they’re such perfect pets
I can’t hear a thing! Not a peep! Not a noise
From their room – they’ve not opened their toys!’
But under our covers we silently laughed
And we thought to ourselves ‘Boy – those grown-ups are daft
Our toys were all opened – we’d ripped into them
By the light of our torches at four a.m.
In fact we’d been partying half the night
Here under our duvets with torches for light
And we were being quiet because (you should try it)
Itsh very, very diffishult to shpeak witsh your moush shtuffed full of schocolate
Elli Woollard
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