You sit there feeling rotten
Each year you never learn,
You give expensive presents,
But get rubbish in return.
Nan's sweater doesn fit you
And who would buy those socks?
The walnuts are mouldy.
Just hard centres in the chocs.
You're up to here with turkey,
Christmas pudding and hot mince pies.
But don't despair, for here at last,
Is Russ's big surprise!
