poor ol' Jesus, sweet baby Jesus
dipped out on Christmas never had a mince pie
nor a taste of brussel sprout, a yorkshire pudding
turkey breast or thigh.
He never pulled a cracker or read a corny joke
but He did have a kip in a manger
now there's a lucky bloke.
He never got woozy on whisky
or icky on irish cream
nor wear a paper hat or listen to the Queen.
what's the big deal, what's the stir
after all He was given gold frankincense and myrrh
but He was just a baby
and didn't know what they were.
so spare a thought for baby Jesus
if you think you've got it rough
He dipped out on Christmas
chocolates brandy snaps and stuff.
Paul Cain Smith 2012