Hot off the press; not yet done in public, but ready for this year!

THE WILD CHRISTMAS THYME        Lyrics: © Trish Santer 11.12.13.
                                Tune: Wild Mountain Thyme

Nearly Christmas time again
All the chasing lights are twinkling
And the wild carol singers
Their collecting cans are clinking,
Will ye go, choirs, go,
And we'll sing "White Christmas" together,
Might not sound like Herald Angels
All around the wintry weather,
Will ye go, choirs, go.

I will buy my love a gift,
At Amazon, Argos or Curry's,
And I hope he won't be too miffed
That I bought it in a hurry,
Will ye go online, go,
And we'll all surf together
And go into credit card meltdown
When I buy some kinky leather,
Will ye go online, go.

I will range the downtown stores
And the shopping malls so dreary,
And return with my spoils
And my feet all sore and weary,
Will ye go, shoppers, go.
Buy your turkey, sprouts and stuffing,
Sage and onion, or parsley and thyme,
Weighed down with bags you'll be puffing,
Will ye go, shoppers, go.

When the family all come round,
And the beer and wine are flowing,
But o'er Trivial Pursuit answers
They will surely soon be rowing,
Will ye go, drunkards, go,
And we'll all argue together,
Until he who is always right
Has been proved to be wrong for ever,
Will ye go, drunkards, go.

And we'll have a good Christmas together,
And we'll promise to be back next year,
As our ties will never sever,
Now will ye go home, people, go.    (Slow down, wearily!)