little footsteps on the stairs
half past six who really cares
stocking in our hands, Santa's been
inside sweets and a tangerine
1960s Christmas time
on Union Street was our home
What's in the big room, we can't wait
getting in a frantic state
mum comes down, or maybe dad
"it's way too early" he's real mad
--
The doors is open, Christmas tree
but we're not looking there
it's the pile of presents round the room
like a massive free toy fair
Chorus
Middle eight - days like these so long ago
ten of us intent on play
how I wish we'd do it again
brothers, sisters, Christmas Day
Verse
Comic annuals, Beano, Dandy
LPs Beatles and The Who
Books on legends, myths, and dragons
Fantastic toys, so much to do
Last Verse
Fifty sixty years ago
Loved ones gone, sadly missed
Memories of golden times
the joy when we were kids
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