The Christmas breezes







blow
Freezing finger and








toe
Fans are switched to








low
And the grass needs a







mow

Today is a day for sleep







ing
But I really should do some garden



ing
And the Christmas cake needs mix



ing
And the Christmas breeze keeps blow


ing

Perfectly blue Sir Burble







sky
If I were a bird then I would






fly
The Christmas tree is being dragged



by
Flowers and the Christmas breeze on



high

Is the crib looking all








right?
Parakeets screech in mid-







flight
The sun is shining far too







bright
And on the Christmas breeze flies a



kite

The shops are Christmas-







decorated
Making money out of something




sacred
Fluffy snowmen, Santa Claus






head
And the Christmas breeze ruffles the green and red

Midnight Mass and stars







above
Proclaim the coming of the king of



love
When peace came down like a snow-white
dove
And the Christmas breezes blew.