Introduction

 

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Me name is Father Christmas,

Some call me Santa Claus,

I’m here to bring you joy, my friends,
At Christmas time, because
. . . it’s me job.

 

I live up at the North Pole

With all me little gnomes.

They can be pests, but stay with me

’Cos they’ve no other homes

. . . to go to.

We spend the lovely summer days

Just making lots of toys.

Then Christmas Eve we dash around

And give them to all boys

. . . and girls.

But winter nights we sit around

A roaring, great log fire.

We then tell jokes and stories

Till our eyes and voices tire

. . . and we go to bed.

A happy time we have then,

With jokes from all the gnomes,

But best of all they like to hear

The Father Christmas poems

. . . like this one.

One winter night Gnome Gnancy

Cried, “Hey, Father Christmas, look!

It’s time we all sat down and wrote

These jokes up in a book

. . . for kids.”

“A great idea that!” I agreed.

“Ho-ho! Ho-ho! Ho-ho!

I’ll put in all me funny poems.”

The gnomes all shouted “No!”

. . . but I have anyway.

So here’s a book of Monster Laughs

And fun for Christmas time.

(I’d say “For all the family”

But can’t think of a rhyme

. . . to go with family.)

So all the best at Christmas

Peace and goodwill to all.

And don’t forget the mince pies

And the sherry when I call

. . . at your house to deliver all your presents.

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