Selection Box (Paul O’Brien)

 

You can hang one hundred borbels

In the tallest Christmas tree

String fairy lights from room to room

They mean nothing to me

You can stuff your free range turkey

And juicy side of ham

Brussel sprouts and runner beans

And kosher legs of lamb

 

Long decorations

Bright red Santa socks

There’s nothing more like Christmas

Than a big selection box

 

We kneel beneath the Yuletide tree

Early Christmas morn

That’s our way to celebrate

The day that He was born

Bumper comic annuals

Strewn across the floor

Meccano sets Joe 90 guns

Who could ask for more?

 

Long decorations

Bright red Santa socks

There’s nothing more like Christmas

Than a big selection box

 

Munchin on a crunchie

Till your tummy says ‘no more!’

Chewing curly wurlies

Until your jaws are sore

Opal Fruits, Jelly Tots

Fry’s Chocolate Cream

Stuff yourself with goodies

Until you turn green

 

Long decorations

Bright red Santa socks

There’s nothing more like Christmas

Than a big selection box