The ‘bakers were nestled in Galloping Bunk Beds,
Whilst visions of Road Cones danced in their heads.
And [jutta] in her Cradle Bed, and [hippo] in his cap,
Had just settled in For An Extra Hour’s Winter nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

I twice shook my head, closed and opened my eyes,
But nothing could stem that first rush of surprise,
There, ‘fore my wondering eyes, big as moons,
Was a bloody great airship, held up by balloons.

With a cute little driver, so lively and quick,
I knew her before, and after, the lass became sick.
Soar higher than eagles her ideas oft’ did,
And she pencilled and coloured and drew ours unbid!

"Now [bigsleep]! now, [Rayford] now, [MaxwellBuchanan]!
On, [Tindale]! On, you, [po]! on [xenxag] and [bungston]!
To the top of the page! To the top of them all!
Now bake away! Bake away! Bake away, all!"

As with ideas that before the wild halfbakers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, commonsense decry.
So up to the house-top the baking team flew,
With the sleigh full of ideas, and St [Bristolz] too.

And then, midst the twinkling of the Enchanted Eaves on my roof
I heard Aluminum Can Shingles crack and crinkle underhoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St [Bristolz] came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all sparkling, unblemished by soot.
With bundles of Marasquitos and Cream Cheese Rings in her pack,
Oh!, she looked like an angel, with wings on her back.

Her eyes! How they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her lips red as cherries!
Her cute little miniskirt, tied back with a bow,
Rose as she sat, down at my piano.

With sheet music clasped tight twixt perfect white teeth,
Beautiful blonde hair swirled ‘round her head in a wreath.
She had a slim face and no sign of a belly,
Just the look of a weathergirl, fresh off the telly!

Her quick fingers flew, over keys black and white,
And glorious music rose and gladdened the night,
A wink of her eye and incline of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but beautifully played,
I knew it must finish, that she couldn’t have stayed,
Then laying one finger aside her cute button nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose!

And I heard her say, as she boarded her Hullaballoon,
"And then you can flap your arms and fly to the moon."
We all miss St [Bristolz]. She fought a good fight.
Please hold close to each other, come this Christmas night…