It's Christmas Eve,
He makes a start,
Get out of bed,
Has a fart,
Has a stretch & scratches his bum,
Shouldn't have had that last one!
For the road?
I think not,
Getting in my car?
You are NOT!
A friend's birthday we have celebrated,
Our friend, he was drunk but elated,
We made it home eventually,
Driving since morning?
Oh yes, that was me!
In the car since Sunday a.m.
Now back in Aberdeen again.
My family all Christmas visited,
Presents dropped off,
Food been eated!
Jessica played with,
Bug placated,
Now to Dave to be collected.
Back here in time for a theatre trip,
Through flood & rain & even landslip,
No time for dinner,
Just get to the pub,
The others are there,
Having had their grub,
But Chris, our friend, seems a bit worse for wear,
10 pints down,
That seems only fair.
His birthday is but once a year,
And celebrate he did; with beer!
No drink for me, I had the car,
But Bug had a couple at the bar,
The end of the night I do believe,
My god, it's actually Christmas Eve!
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