'Twas the night before Christmas, and in a dark house
A Granny was knitting a scarf for her spouse
She was all sad and lonely, her money was spent
For despite getting her fuel allowance and a generous public sector pension
She couldn't pay the rent
While out on the roof , with clattering hoof (OK it's poetic licence)
came the sound of a sleigh, and some reindeer at play
And soon by the fire, stood a man all in red
And Ho Ho Ho Ho! was the first thing he said
What's this now my dear, Do I spy a small tear?
Your fire is unlit, And there's nowhere to sit
No mince pies for me, Or sherry I see.
Oh no said the wife, getting the fright of her life
You see we're so poor, we sit on the floor
No turkey for us, No sprouts and no spuds
And then for our afters, we've no Christmas puds
Well that just won't do, said this chap for he knew
That her miserable spouse, was a bit of a louse
What I now can do is something for you
A hamper of food, and drink that is good
If your stocking you'll leave, by the fire this Christmas Eve
When you open your eyes, there will be a surprise!
And with that he was gone - up the chimney like lightning
And the poor woman sat down, for it all had been frightening.
Well the very next day, her wishes came true
There was food for the grandchildren and lots of toys too
And for the poor wife whose old git was just loony
By her bedside there stood.......................................
No less than GEORGE CLOONEY!!!!
Robert Kenyon, Reform's candidate for Makerfield. Would you let him in your house?
