Christmas Visitors
Christmas Visitors
It’s eight in the morning,
Ring, ring goes the phone,
“You’d better come quickly,
It’s our Auntie Joan”
“Hello there, my darling,
Are you busy at all?
Uncle Bob’s on the mend,
So I thought I would call.
You remember last year,
When you said that you missed us?
We’re putting that right,
We are coming for Christmas
Don’t go to no trouble,
Seeing you is what matters,
Just a nice bit o’ turkey
And a few roasted tatters
No cranberry sauce,
We would much prefer mustard,
And served with our pud’
We’ll be happy with custard
Can we bring Uncle Fred
And his poor sister, Mabel?
Their dogs are no trouble
Eating scraps from the table
As for sprouts, I can tell you,
It’s best if you fry them,
Uncle George will come then,
For he does like to try them
Have you room in your kitchen?
Should we bring extra chairs?
You won’t mind, after dinner,
If George sleeps upstairs?
So lovely to talk, dear,
There are tears in my eyes,
That you phoned to invite us,
Such a lovely surprise”
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