Twas The Night Before Christmas

An old classic.

Twas the night before Christmas,

When all through the pub,

The jukebox was blaring,

50 Cent In Da Club.

Old friends reunited,

Having a laugh,

Recounting stories of old,

Sipping on Guinness draught.

As the clock struck twelve,

The ambience not lacking,

But the landlord hath the final say,

We were sadly sent packing.

On the frosty main street,

We all gathered round,

Talking absolute bollox,

I love you man you're qware sound.

Festive carols ensued,

A crowd in rejoice,

No hope of us winning X-factor,

Or even The Voice.

Snowfall commenced,

No I don't mean cocaine,

Attempted to build a snowman,

But it was all in vain.

To the chinese we went,

For some oriental cuisine,

Are you guys very drunk??

Not at all Jeff what do you mean?

It was here we all parted,

And went our separate ways,

Back home we all go,

In front of the fire glaze.

For Santa and his reindeer,

I leave out a tray,

Of chicken balls and a 3 in 1,

We'll be dyin' Christmas Day.