Gather round
all ye who are able,
holly, ivy,
mistletoe, yew.
Sit a while
at the festive table,
a mince pie
and a drink or two.
A cracking
joke, a yuletide log,
an evening
with a candle bright.
Another drink,
a sleeping dog,
a silent,
silent night.
And then as
if kindly Santa made it so,
a knock on
the door, who could it be?
Ok, I’ll get
up, I’ll go,
Why, its six
more consultants for St Peter’s A and E.
Neil Harris
(a don’t
stop till you drop production)
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