Some very dear family friends of ours, Claudia and Richard, always make our Christmas Eve a special occasion with their talent for telling jokes and reciting funny poems. This is one of my favourites and I am very sorry that I will not be hearing it in person this year, them being on the other side of the world in sunny Australia. I will do my best rendition tonight, but it will never be quite the same.
Feign German accent.
The night waz Christmas and all waz still
The stockings waz hung expecting the fill
And nothing waz stirring not even a louse
For fear dat Saint Nick would nix cumerous
Mudder said children go by the bed
And Mudder she fixt the tree instead
She lifts the night dress to carry the toys
And who waz peaking it waz de little boys.
Mudders night dress waz up in the de face
And the children could see a big bare space
Hanz said mudder vee see the toys in de lap
But who is for dat little fur cap
Shush said mudder and she laugh out right
I think I give dat to your papa to night.
Happy Christmas everyone. I hope Christmas entails plenty of fine food, bubbles and general merriment for you all.