The Buckingham Blog

I am a little fairy
On tap o' the Christmas Tree
It's no' a job I fancy
Well how would you like tae be me?

A' tarted up wi' tinsel
It's enough to mak ye boak
An a couple o' jaggy branches
Rammed up the back o' your frock!

An' these wee lights a'roon me
I canna get my sleep
An' there's the yearly visit
Fae Santa - Big fat creep!

On Christmas Day I'm stuck up here
While you're a' wirin' in
An' naebody says, "Hey you up there
Could you go a slug o' gin?"

It's nae joke bein' a fairy
The job's beyond belief.
You've got to go roon' the wean's beds
An' lift their rotten teeth.

But o' a' the joabs a fairy gets
An' I've mentioned only some;
The very worst is sitting up a tree
Wi' pine needles up yir bum.

When a' the fairies meet again
By the light of' the silvery moon,
Ye can tell the Christmas fairies
They're the wans that canna sit doon.

The Christmas tree's a bonny sight
As the firelight softly flickers
But think o' me I'm stuck up  here
Wi' needles in my knickers.

So soon as Christmas time's right by
An' I stop bein' sae full o' cheer,
I'll get awa back tae Fairyland
An' I'll see yous a' next year