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On a derk stormy nicht in Burns statue square,

The wind was a–whistling in bonnie auld Ayr.

The fairy was perching on top of the tree,

And spreiding her magic as far as the sea.

When jingling and jangling along came a sleigh,

With lood hertie gollers of ‘Get oot the way!’

The Christmas tree fairy had barely keeked round,

When a sleigh-full of Christmas sped past to the ground!

 Santa crash

The fairy’s best wand was snapped in the fray,

But the sleigh kept on streeking t’wards auld Alloway.

Now Santa is staying in Robert Burns’s hoose,

His favourite new poem is Burns’s ‘Tae a moose’.

santa with brandy

The fairy is mending her wand in the Spence,

While Mrs Claus stirs in the puddings’ twa pence.

A magical kiss will save Christmas day,

Get the elves back to Lapland and cloot up the sleigh!

If you hear ower Alloway jingles on high,

Then Santa’s set off, leuk up to the sky!

Redd up all your stockings, line up the mince pies

And come to the Cottage for a Santa Surprise…


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