Here Comes Santa

Oh dear no

Not again

Here comes Santa

With half a brain

Through the snow

Sleet and rain

Delivering presents

He must be in sane

With a bottle of brandy

And a big zoot too

As the reindeer's unite

Watching what the elf's do

As they pass it around

To one another

Oh yes a big bong

But why do they bother

Well to be honest

If you do a good deed

And are a true artist

Then you will succeed

For money means nothing

But surely does help

Yet the UK is exspensive

And in the pocket its felt

Yet some of us work for free

By busking on the street

To hopefully pay for accomadation

And maybe something to eat

Which isn't good

So don't be surprised

If people walking past us

Give us evil eyes

Sinking in deep

Right to your soul

As you try to change things around

To simply achieve your goal

One day it may happen

In a really crazy way 

As you become an artist

Who simply makes it I say

So never ever give up

Because it could happen to you

You could be up there with Santa

Who's a legend too

Along with his rendeer's

And elf's its true

Says me Dr Geebers

So how do you do

 

It’s that time of year again

It’s that time of year again
Where we all sing out loud
While dancing round the Christmas tree
To make our children proud

As we remember the Holy Son
Through Christmas at its best
With parties going all night long
To remember the Holy quest

It’s that time of year again
Where we all sing out loud
While dancing round the Christmas tree
To make our children proud

With mistletoe above the door
To give that ultimate Kiss
To that some you adore
Or who you truly miss

It’s that time of year again
Where we all sing out loud
While dancing round the Christmas tree
To make our children proud

With holly wreaths and tinsel too
And carols sung so sweet
By people that you love so much
Who live upon your street?

It’s that time of year again
Where we all sing out loud
While dancing round the Christmas tree
To make our children Proud

It’s that time of year again
Where we all sing out loud
While dancing round the Christmas tree
To make our children Proud

By Dr Geebers

It’s Christmas

It’s Christmas
It’s the time to have fun
It’s the time to remember
The Holy son

It’s Christmas
It’s time to rejoice
It’s time to party
To that special voice

It’s Christmas
It’s the time to enjoy
It’s the time to remember
That golden boy

It’s Christmas
It’s time to reach out
It’s time to spread
Love all about

It’s Christmas
It’s time to help others
It’s time to help poverty
Or sisters an brothers

It’s Christmas
It’s the time to have fun
It’s the time to remember
The Holy son

It’s Christmas

Santa Claus

Santa Claus
Where are you?
Santa Claus
What can you do?

Climbing down chimneys
One two three
Crawling through letter boxes
Simply for free

Putting smiles
On many a face
But we are not sure
If your from outer space

Because Santa Claus
The kids love you
Along with your reindeer's
That fly so true

Over the roof tops
Right to our door
In your big red suite
That we all adore

Along with your sleigh
In perfect flow
Gliding through air
Sliding through snow

Bringing us presents
One two three
We love you Santa
Says everyone like me

It's One Of Those Days

It’s one of those days
At the end of the year
Many people celebrate
Without any fear

Even with no money
Or very little food
They’ll try to enjoy life
In their own neighbourhood

No matter the weather
No matter their state
They’ll do what they can
To have turkey on plate

Some will get in debt
Some will have to beg
Because some live outside
Oh what a real drag

Yet some will steal
And some will rob
In times so hard
To get a job

To enjoy life
At this time of year
Even though they are lucky
To have the odd beer

Yet many will have nothing
No family no friends
No home of their own
For poverty never ends

With natural disasters
Taking their tole
And greedy people
Playing their role

Around the world
Oh yes indeed
So when you enjoy christmas
And have a good feed

Think of the starving
Think of the poor
And have a good year
With what will occure

For you are all lucky
To have a good life
While others have to
Make sacrafice

To enjoy christmas
If they can
Now that wasn’t
The devils plan

By Dr Geebers

Jimmy's Christmas Day

It was Christmas Eve,
And all was well,
At Jimmy’s house,
So he could tell.

With not a whisper,
Or even a sound,
For Jimmy was sleeping,
So it was found.

All snuggled up,
Comfy in bed,
Hoping that Santa,
Would be well fed.

As he would bring presents,
Upon his sleigh,
For him to open,
The very next day.

That would make him smile,
With pure delight,
To bring him magic,
Oh yes that’s right.

“Wake up, wake up,
It’s Christmas Day,
With snow all around,
Hooray, hooray”.

Shouted young Jimmy,
As he awoke,
And ran down the stairs,
Cracking a joke.

Through the door,
Into the room,
“Aaaaaahhhhh. He shouted,
And began to boom.

“Oh no, oh no,
What’s happened here?
Oh no, oh no”,
He shouted in fear.

“What’s up, what’s up”,
His dad did say,
“Don’t tell me now,
He’s not come today”.

“He’s ate his pie,
He’s ate his cake,
He’s drunk his beer,
Make no mistake.

But where’s my presents,
That I don’t see,
Not one dad,
Under our tree”.

“What do you mean?
You must be joking”.
Said his dad,
Nearly choking.

As he got up,
To have a look,
While stumbling over,
On a book.

“Oh what’s this noise?
Oh what’s this racket?
Hold on my son,
I’m coming to check it”.

And then with that,
He got a shock,
There were no presents,
But an empty sock.

Nor a computer,
Or a TV,
They had been burgled,
So he could see.

Which made him angry?
And totally wild,
As Jimmy cried,
The poor young child.

“Come here my son,
Its ok,
I promise you now”,
His mum did say.

Then with that,
There was a bang,
At their gate,
Where it did hang.

Which made them run?
Into the back,
It was the thief’s,
Make no mistake.

“Stop, stop, stop,
Who ever you are”,
Shouted his dad,
To the ones in a car.

But would they listen,
Oh no way,
No not at all,
This Christmas day.

Until it happened,
Out of the blue,
When a neighbour,
Seen this to.

Which made him run?
Into his yard,
Open his gates,
By pulling them hard.

Then jumped into,
His brand new car,
Starting it up,
The crazy star.

Revved it slightly
And then let it rip,
Reversing it,
Oh what a hit.

Stopping the thief’s,
Dead in their tracks,
To give poor Jimmy,
His Christmas back.

“Oh thank you sir”,
Jimmy did cry,
“It’s ok my son,
It’s Christmas that’s why”.

“Now call the police”,
His dad did say,
“It’s done already,
There on their way”.

Shouted his mum,
Inside their door,
Feeling so happy,
About Christmas once more.

Then the police arrived,
And arrested the crooks,
Who didn’t get away?
With the things they took.

So Jimmy was happy,
Now wouldn’t you,
For poor young Jimmy,
Knew what to do.

And that’s enjoy Christmas,
Which is a must?
With family and friends,
The ones he can trust.

So have a Merry Christmas,
And a happy new year,
No matter what happens,
It’s Christmas you hear.

By Dr Geebers

Elfie Dees Christmas Tree

Early one morning as Santa awoke,
With Christmas a coming, oh what a big joke.
While Elfie Dee had a problem you see,
With his family’s Christmas tree.

He left it outside with Rudolf and friends,
Who trampled on it and now it just bends.
Thinking oh no, what could he do,
He thought he would write a letter like you.

So of he went searching to get some paper,
To write this letter for Santa later.
“Oh dear Santa”, is how he began,
“I know you are a busy man.

But I have a problem of main concern,
Which has taught me a lesson in life to learn?
And that is Santa you can’t trust friends,
Like Rudolf and Prancer now in the end.

You see now Santa I’m good to you,
For helping these children that need it to.
Which I don’t mind, no not at all,
For they need help I do recall.

But Rudolf and his little friends,
Destroyed my tree and now it bends.
So could you help me, please you see,
To try and get a Christmas tree.

Oh please Santa if you could,
I know that I am being rude.
But I can not afford another,
And neither can my little brother.

So could you help me please I beg,
It’s for my family, its not a blag.
To give them joy and fun you see,
As Christmas is not Christmas without tree.

Oh thank you Santa you’re the one,
That could make our Christmas fun”.
Wrote Elfie Dee as proud as can be,
Thinking of Christmas without a tree.

“Now I’ll post this through his door,
So it lands nice on his floor,
And maybe he will read and weep,
Before he finally goes to sleep”.

Said Elfie Dee out loud you see,
Thinking of Christmas without a tree.
As he walked down his quiet street,
To Santa’s house being discreet.

When getting there he tip toed slow,
Up his path I hope you know.
While being quiet with every step,
No not a sound, no not yet.

Then popped the letter through his door,
And heard it slide across the floor.
Hitting something way inside,
“Oh thank you Lord”. Elfie cried.

As he walked back to his house,
While being so quiet like a mouse.
Until he said it out of the blue,
“Please help me Lord, please will you”.

“Oh what’s this now”? Santa said,
Scratching away at the top of his head.
A letter for me at this time of night,
It couldn’t be, that’s not right.

So he sat down and read the letter,
From Elfie Dee in his old sweater.
“Oh that’s not right” now Santa said,
To his wife before going to bed.

“I’ll have to help him the poor young sod”,
“Yes you will”. His wife did nod.
“As its not Christmas without a tree,
Now isn’t it now my dear you see”.

“Yes your right, I will see him,
For asking for help isn’t a sin.
As I would do the except same thing,
If I needed help with anything”.

Then the very next day when Santa awoke,
He remembered the letter and began to choke.
“Let’s see, let’s see, poor Elfie Dee,
I will get you a Christmas tree”.

Said Santa to his lovely wife,
As he mentioned about Elfie’s strife.
“I got to help him don’t you see,
For he is always helping me”.

“I know you do my darling dear,
And it’s not nice what’s happened here.
For Elfie Dee you see you see,
Thinking about a Christmas tree”.

So Santa went and bought him one,
And took it round to him for fun.
So he could get it straight away,
To see what he would really say.

Knock, knock, knock. “Are you in”.
Shouted Santa to the ones within.
“Come on Elfie and get your tree,
That you forgot to pick up you see”.

“Oh sorry Santa, it’s only you,
Oh thank you mate for helping me to”.
Said Elfie Dee so fancy free,
To get his family a Christmas tree.

“That’s no worry my little friend,
I don’t mind now in the end.
For Christmas is the time to be jolly,
With Christmas trees and wreaths of holly.

By Dr Geebers