A Song for Christmas

It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, yule tidings to you all.
It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, we’re gonna have a ball.
The turkey is a roasting. The spuds are roasting too.
The gravy is just simmering and the sprouts are being braised.

It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, yule tidings to you all.
It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, we’re gonna have a ball.
The champagne corks have popped, the mulled wine is on the hob,
The house smells of lovely candles and the tree is all alight.

It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, yule tidings to you all.
It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, we’re gonna have a ball.
The family gather round, drinks are poured and start to chat,
The crackers and pulled and jokes are told, before putting on the hat.

It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, yule tidings to you all.
It’s Christmas time, it’s Christmas time, we’re gonna have a ball.