The Christmas Shindig

The Christmas Shindig 

By Paul McCann

I woke up on Christmas morning 

and the little people were all here 

without an invitation

they drank my Irish whiskey

and the beer .

They were playing tunes , dancing jigs

and singing party songs in my ear ,

what a Christmas time we all had

the house was filled with lots of good cheer .

They  brought crocks of gold

and told stories as old as the hills

we without end .

After the party and I’d sobered up ,

there were no more little men .

Never mind said I ,

it was still a great night

and there’s still the  new year . 

I hope they return who ever they were ,

it was great when they were here 

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