A CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas time is here, by golly, Disapproval would be folly, Deck the room with hunks of Holly, Fill the glass and don't say when. Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens, Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens, Even though the prospect sickens, Brother, here we go again. On Christmas Day you can't get sore, Your fellow man you must adore, There's time to slag hi all the more, The other three hundred and sixty-four. Relations, sparing no expence will Send some useless old utensil, Or a matching pen and pencil, Just the thing I need , how nice. It doesn't matter how sincere it is, Nor how heartfelt is the spirit, Sentiment woll not endear it, What's important is the price. Hark the Daily Herald sings, Advertising wondrous things. God rest ye merry merchants, May ye make the Yuletide pay. So let the raucous slieghbells jingle, Hail our dear old friend Sgt "Pringle", Driving his reindeer across the sky, Dont stand underneath when they fly by. anon haemorrhoid