• On the wall the clock reads eight,
    The window says the day is late.
    Grampa's wearing his santa pants...
    Thus marks the start of the Christmas dance!!

    (*Some drums and wild bagpipes. And a flute.
    Maybe an accordian. And clapping. Lots of clapping.*)

    The relatives are here, whom we haven't seen in ages,
    Apart from their smiles, frozen on the pages.
    But we've been dancing every Christmas for years and years.
    I find it more amusing once I've had a couple beers. *wink*

    For this is a party for the older ones to love,
    Not for the youngsters who can't go in a pub.
    So come on down if you're 20 or above:
    One year? Big whoop! Welcome to the club!

    (*More bagpipes and Irish dancing*)