The local hostelries are full
As they
approach the brink
And raise
their glasses high
For yet
another festive drink
The season
roundly toasted
Measured by
each glasses chink
The next
morning’s celebration
Will be a
silent one I think
The local hostelries are full
As they
approach the brink
And raise
their glasses high
For yet
another festive drink
The season
roundly toasted
Measured by
each glasses chink
The next
morning’s celebration
Will be a
silent one I think
Hurry, hurry shopping in Surrey
Hurry,
hurry, rush and scurry
Worry,
worry, fresh snow flurry
Hurry
Murray rush and scurry
Let’s get
home and have a curry
My old aunt just popped round
With a
Christmas gift for me
It wasn’t
what I was expecting
It was a
tweedy dye Mankini
“I hope
it’s the one you wanted”
I didn’t
know what to say really
I couldn’t
understand it
I asked for
a CD by Mancini
Holly Grant (Kelli Williams) is not looking forward to Christmas at
her parents’ house as her brother has a wife and children and she hasn't had a
boyfriend since Ted Powell (Bruce Thomas) broke her heart when he chose to
break up with her when he was transferred to an out of town newspaper owned by
his family's publishing empire.
Plus on Christmas Eve a woman Holly was helping failed to regain
custody of her kids when pro bono lawyer Ryan Hughes (Patrick Muldoon) never
showed up at the hearing.
Knowing that she was never likely to meet Hughes, Holly has to settle
for dictating a nasty letter to him. Holly's friend Diane (Maeve Quinlan) tries
to perk her up by promising to send her a really great Xmas present.
So when a handsome man with a Christmas tree knocks at her door, she
believes that Douglas Firwood is her present and she can take him home to her
parents for the day as a boyfriend she is serious about.
In actual fact Douglas is really Ryan Hughes who is acting on the
instructions of Santa Claus (Charles Durning) who is trying to deliver on a
Christmas Wish made 20 years earlier which is made difficult when Ted appears
back on the scene.
Shops in the high street
Are full to
overflowing
With irate
customers
Franticly
to-ing and fro-ing
The shopkeeper delights
While
prices are rocketing
Happy in
the knowledge
Of the
profits he’s pocketing
And in his
smug contentment
He rubs his
hands with glee
“Merry
Christmas you mugs
And a
prosperous new year, for me”
I’m hoping that this Christmas
I will get
what I desire
I’m not
that easy to please
I don’t
ridiculously aspire
I don’t
want the moon and stars
Or diamonds
or pearls
Some
perfume or cosmetics will do
I’m not one
of those greedy girls
I just want
something for me
Just a
small thing, for me this year
But as
always it will be something
For the
house from IKEA
They say the perfect Christmas
Is blessed
with family and friends
I say the
fewer the better
Otherwise
the present buying never ends