Christmas

Watt, Alexander

Twelve o clock at Christmas Eve
I should've bin in bed,
Wannerin up an doon the stair
Wi naethin in ma heid
Bit Christmas...

Waukin in the livin room
There, tae ma surprise
Wis Santy, drinkin milk,
Dressed in his reid clyes
An fite beard!

Later on at denner time
I really fullt ma face
Wi turkey, carrots, tatties, neeps
Forget tae say grace
Lord forgie's!

Later on twis present time
Wrapped in blue an reid
Teirin aff the paper
Wi affa speed...My scooter!