Happy Christmas folks, a glass will be raised tomorrow to you all, past and present, Coff especially, gone but not forgotten..
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
not a creature was strirring not even a mouse,
the stockings were hung on Buster with care,
worried they'd ladder or even worse tear..
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the taceval team, full of exercise cheer.
He was dressed in an noddy suit, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with charcoal and soot.
A bundle of fun he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, opening his taceval pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled both his stockings, then turned to the jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, with his taceval team,
leaving Buster alone, stockings filled up with cream.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, i'm off for a ****e!"
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