Everything stirred as you screamed and not like a mouse
The snot was running down onto your lip
And the tears were pouring and your hands were in a tight fist
The sound of Father Christmas tucking into his mince pie
Had woken you and you started to cry
Ruldoph and the other reindeer were startled up on the roof
The lights came on as mummy and daddy were woken by their prancing hooves
You realised Father Christmas was there and started to dance and sing
When I looked at daddy and said "where is the gin?"
I asked Father Christmas "a little quieter next year is my only wish"
He replied "well you best make sure you are no longer on my naughty list"