A fir tree was decked with delight,
Its baubles all twinkled at night.
It looked tree‑mendous,
So bright and stupendous:
A pun that was perfectly right!
A fir tree was decked with delight,
Its baubles all twinkled at night.
It looked tree‑mendous,
So bright and stupendous:
A pun that was perfectly right!
A skater went gliding with grace,
spun circles all over the place.
She leapt in the air,
With panache and flair,
And landed with snow on her face.
There is something about mince pies:
They’re actually all in disguise!
With a cloak and a hat,
They whisper and chat:
Their real name: mince spies
A reindeer who’d never been kissed,
Said, “Mistletoe’s not to be missed!”
He puckered with glee,
At Mrs. Claus, you see
Now he’s been crossed off the list…
Whilst wrapping the gifts by the tree,
I got tangled in tape (woe is me!),
Though corners aren’t neat,
Each parcel’s a treat,
As it’s all wrapped with love, you see!
The lights are a tangle on the floor,
I’ve untwisted them a hundred times or more.
They blink, then they die,
and I heave a deep sigh:
“I’ll just have to buy some more.”
I wonder what’s behind door five?
The magic of mornings revive:
A truffle? A toy?
Some small spark of joy?
It’s chocolate again: my waist won’t survive!
You’ve heard of Elf on the Shelf?
Personally, I haven’t myself.
Reminders to be good:
They’re misunderstood!
I’m not compelled by a toy elf!
This advent I’ve cooked up a scheme:
A limerick-a-day Christmas dream.
Some naughty, some nice,
All punchy and concise:
A rhyme-fuelled December regime!
Prepare for a festive endeavour:
A limerick each day—aren’t I clever?
From one up to twenty-four,
Then a final encore…
It’s the best Limerick countdown ever.