Doris sits alone in tinsel, naked as a babe in arms,
Clive has snapped his lovely lady, amply showing all her charms.
Next door Edna, she’s the big lass, bravely poses on her knees,
Red silk bra and matching knickers, showing off her double-dees.
And all over festive Britain, buxom wives strip off their vests,
And to whirr of Christmas cameras, show the world their heaving chests,
After heavy Christmas dinner, peachy schnapps and kids asleep,
Wives slip on their Christmas undies, split at crotch and nipples peep.
While their hubbies man their cameras, snapping Maureen, Dorcas, Lill,
And the ladies drop their knickers, I’m ready now, Mister Demille.