Just another couple, of days until there are none
Of days we have to wait, of poems left to come
I ran down to the store, I slipped - but in relief
I crashed into another, turns out he was a thief

So I cuffed him up and sent him, by post to closest jail
They sent me back a "Thank You", so I let out a wail
I wanted cash and money, I wanted so much much more!
Nah, it doesn't matter, with Christmas at the door.