A poem for you yorkshire people . Taken from Facebook
SANTA IS A YORKSHIREMAN by Chris Burdon....
Santa is a Yorkshireman
Of this I'm fairly sure
I heard him tiptoe in my room
At roughly Ten to four
"I 'ope tha's fast asleep" he said
"Or tha'll get nowt my lad"
He smelled of Hi Karate
(Must av pinched it from my dad)
Just down stairs I'd left a treat
Santa loves a beer
He loves pork pies and single malt
That was Dad's idea
When I woke next morning
I ran down stairs to see
If Santa had been kind enough
To leave gifts under t'tree
He got our mam a Nightie
And a pair of china pigs
Our dad got socks and undies
And 200 park lane cigs
My sister got a Barbie
Sat on a plastic horse
A One Direction annual
Which she loved of course
When I unwrapped my parcels
My Yorkshire heart did sing
Each gift that Santa gave me
A truly wondrous thing
A flat cap for my noggin
A vest of finest string
The ferret keepers handbook
Each gift fit for a king
So thank you Santa thank you
You surely are a tyke
But can you please remember
Next year I'd like a bike!
Santa Is A Yorkshireman - Part 2
Christmas time has come again
And Santa's on 'is way
To leave gifts under t'Christmas tree
For us on Christmas Day
I love the gifts he left last year
The cap and book and vest
I just can't wait till morning comes
To see wi' what we're blessed
Before the sun could light the sky
My eyes were open wide
I threw my bedroom curtains back
There was no snow outside
I quietly crept to mam and dads room
And tapped gently on the door
A tired voice came from within
"It's only half past four".
But I knew that they weren't angry
I was greeted wi' arms spread
We went and woke my sister up
And got her out of bed
And downstairs in the hallway
The evidence was clear
An empty glass and pork pie crumbs
SANTA HAS BEEN HERE!!
Now Santa is a Yorkshireman
We all know this is true
He got our dad some Old Spice
And eight tins of John Smiths too
He got our mam a cardie
And a lovely pair of gloves
My sister got a poster
(Justin Beiber, who she loves)
A note sat on the mantle piece
From Santa was my 'ope
My name was written on the front
Of the big blue envelope
It said "now listen here young lad
Tha knows that times are 'ard
But Mrs Claus says tha's been good
So tha presents in the yard"
And there it stood wi' eighteen gears
And mudguards front and back
Drop handlebars and racing seat
The frame were pure jet black
So thank you Santa, thank you
We all know tha's a Tyke
We all send thanks for the gifts tha gave...
... and I REALLY love my bike.
Cheers Chris Burdon!
SANTA IS A YORKSHIREMAN by Chris Burdon....