It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
In a typical parish
establishment
Full of the inebriated
and the loose
She we should have a
Christmas goose
It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
In a typical parish
establishment
Full of the inebriated
and the loose
She we should have a
Christmas goose
Santa’s little helpers, the first contacts,
Have all been given
revised contracts
They will be known by
the Santa Claus’s
From this year on as
subordinate clauses
We have just learned
Candles may not be
burned
In Santa’s workshop
The practise has to
stop
A spokesman claims
That elfin safety is
to blame
Emma Reynolds (Alicia Witt) followed in her father's footsteps career-wise and is a newly appointed junior partner with a New York City law firm.
It’s very different for Emma though as she only knows her clients as
faceless corporations, while her father knew the names and faces of everyone
with whom he did business in the practice he shared with friend and partner Joe
(José Ramón Rosario).
As her parents had both passed away in the previous year Emma decides
to head home for to the family's long-time hometown of Oliver's Well, Virginia,
to spend Christmas there for the first time since law school.
The main purpose being to celebrate Christmas for the last time with
her siblings Daniel (Jordan Dean), Caroline (Mary Beth McDonough) and Anne
Marie (Blair Lewin) in the house they grew up in because the siblings had
reluctantly agreed to sell the family home on Honeysuckle Lane.
But might Morgan Shelby (Colin Ferguson), Rachel Jacobs (Jill Larson),
Rumi (Ariane Rinehart) or Andie (Laura Leighton) have some influence on that
decision?
Proudly standing there
In the town’s main square
The Christmas tree stands tall
Admired by one and all
Decked with coloured lights
Of red and green and blue and white
And every kind of coloured bauble
Short and long, large and small
Candy canes and bows adorn it
And myriad forms of other trinkets
This wonder easily catches the eye
Of every busy passer by
Who simply marvel at the sight
With open mouthed delight
Who before they continue on their way
Have to wipe a tear away
But it’s not the tree reaching to the sky
That brings a tear to the eye
But the parcels of every shape and size
A festive feast for weary eyes
A testament to people’s generosity
Sitting beneath this wondrous tree
Such a generous response to the endeavour
Thank God for those who know the answer
When want and need begs the question
Praise be to those who never forget
My favourite Christmas gift
Costs nothing it’s free
It’s the overflowing gift of joy
I get from my family
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the Hotel
There were creatures emitting a terrible smell
And the cause of the awful pungent aroma
Was an octogenarian party from Cromer