it was the same old annual task, giving presents everywhere
but santa was growing tired of flying through the air.
i am getting a bit too old for this, i want to call it a day,
someone else should have a go, they can keep the friggin sleigh.
back at the grotto the fairies were waiting with his plate of christmas food.
"get that stuff out of my way" growled santa "i just aint in the mood"
"cheer up its christmas" said one fairy "there is no need to snap"
"remember you are father christmas, a happy joyful chap"
"and what thanks do i get" he groaned "for making people merry, a mince pie if i am lucky, or a glass of their cheapest sherry".
"well we have something to cheer you up" said the fairy " we bought a christmas tree for you,
with colourful lights and sparkling balls its decorated too".
"well you know what you can do with that tree" father christmas snapped angrily...
and that is why you see a fairy on top of your christmas tree.