Was Christmas time in late December,
Snowing then as I remember,
My daily bustle I did stop,
And walked into a cheery shop.
I decided on some nuts and candy,
A summer sausage would be dandy,
As I wound up my Christmas buying,
A lusty filly I was eyeing.
She was dressed in red from head to toe,
And on her head she’d tied a bow,
Her disposition was quite merry,
Lips of red and cheeks of cherry.
I sidled up to her in time,
This Christmas package quite sublime,
And, as I packed up my cold cuts,
I asked her if she’d hold my nuts.
Her cheery cheeks had turned quite red,
A moron would have ducked his head,
And missed out on this festive glee,
Being beaten with a Christmas tree.