 A Scotish Christmas Poem
CHRISTMAS FAIRY
(A Scotish Christmas Poem)
I am a little fairy
On tap o' the Christmas Tree
It's no' a job I fancy
Well how would you like tae be me?
A'm tarted up wi' tinsel
It's enough to mak ye boak
An a couple o' jaggy branches
Rammed up the back o' your froack.
An' wi'a' these lights a'roon me
I canna get my sleep
An' there's the yearly visit
Fae Santa - Big fat creep!
On Christmas Day I'm stuck up here
While you're a a'wirin' in
An' naebody says "Hey you up there,-
Could you go a slug o' gin?
It's nae joke bein' a fairy
The job's beyond belief
Ye go 'roon and 'roon the bairnies beds
An' lift their rotten teeth.
But o' a' the joabs a fairy gets
An' I've mentioned only some,
The very worst is up a tree
Wi' pine needles up yir bum.
When a the fairies meet again
By the light of' the silvery moon,
Ye can tell the Christmas fairies-
They're the wans that canna sit doon.
The Christmas tree's a bonny sight
As the firelight flickers.
But think o' me, - A'm stuck up here
Wi' needles in my knickers!
So soon as Christmas time's right by
An' I stop bein' sae full o' cheer.
I'll get awa back tae Fairyland
an' Ah'll see yous a' next year.
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