I had a dream the other day
I couldn’t rid my brain
From the fear Santa was
On the beer and
Rudolph drank a dram
The manger had a baby
The Shepards saw a star
The wise men lost the plot
And the day was on its way
The dog found the tree
The cat upon the top
The pudding burnt the house
Down with golden burning joy
I woke upon a Friday
The snow was in the clouds
The dog was lonely howling
The wine was stirring a curse
And I was singing a Christmas
Tune slaughtering a carols dream
She touched my hand with vigour
I hit the floor with fright
Santa had delivered
The Christians were Praying
The Muslims were kneeling
The rest were drinking
And the kids were playing
The end (I think)
Random writing of a Christmas Day because why not)