Turning on the Christmas Lights

It’s that time of year, In New Market Square. Santa’s annual appearance.

With Reindeer and sleigh, Flying in to stay.

In need of a little clearance.

The children so excited, For being invited.

To an event about to unfold.

With mums and the dads, They don their glad rags. Promising to be good as gold.

It’s that time of year, For all to appear,

A time for the young and the old

When the lights are turned on,

Night seems to be gone. At the gathering of the fold.

To hear “HO HO HO, Grandparents in tow. Head to the centre of “town”.

The children so happy, Heartwarms mom and pappy. There’s ne’er a sigh or a frown.

It’s that time of the year, To stand and to cheer. The atmosphere so electric.

We’ll all gather round, To hear seasonal sound. In a shape that’s so symmetric.

Sing lots of Xmas Carols, Siting on the beer barrels.

Out in all sorts of weather.

In hope of some snow, Jack Front joins the show. At the wonder of being together.

It’s that time of the year Those whose job is to care. The sacrifices they have to make.

Those on the front line These angels Divine. God bless and keep you safe.

To all who give their time, To make the Square shine. Even the Johnny come lately.

With Mrs Clause and her deer,

Each and every year.

Fr. Christmas is guided in Safely.

It’s that time of the year, When family’s draw near. To sit and eat Christmas dinner.

While Raising a toast, For those we love most. Everyone feels like a winner.

As we sip from our glass, Some return home from Mass.

Seems like all having a ball.

Greet all those we meet, Post dinner stroll on the street.

Merry Christmas to one and all.