Christmas day is over, Dad, take down the Xmas tree,
And put the cards upon the fire and pass the decs to me,
We’ll put the lights in the attic, Dad, and make sarnies with the roast,
And make up mincemeat butties, Dad, and take them to the coast.
Let’s pack up all the baubles, Dad, the glow stars and the fairy,
The snowman figure on the lawn and the Santa above the dairy,
‘Cause Christmas day is over, Dad, the crackers have all gone pop,
There’s Christmas specials on telly, Dad, but eventually they’ll have to stop.
The lights are down in the valleys, Dad, there’s darkness all over Wales,
Yes, Christmas day is over, Dad, and we’re all off to the sales.
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