Santa of the croft

The night before Christmas

when the croft is asleep

laden with a heavy sack

around the beds he'll creep

filling socks with presents

that no one will keep




the year was long an arduous

full of woe and fears

so he'll be liberal with the baler twine

and brand new dagging shears

although they wanted bicycles

with a multitude of gears




there will be gifts for the artist

that loves to paint each day

they have got a brush and hoof oil

and a can of purple spray

to spray the feet of livestock

in a most artistic way




the deliveries are completed

the last place he'll pop in

the mister scruffy farm office

miss neat and tidy calls a sin

to admire the fruits of hedgerows

in some fortified sloe gin