The Sounds of Christmas

A frosty wind is blowing hard
Advent calendars stand on guard
The year will soon be at an end
The sounds of Christmas will attend

Children in the playground singing
Church bells in the distance ringing
Nativity plays mark the date
The sounds of Christmas lie in wait

Sleigh bells jingling over Northants
Wassailers shivering in hot pants
Shop tills kerchinging in the night
The sounds of Christmas taking flight

Uncles, nephews, nieces and aunts
Nan and grandad leading the chants
We’re all singing God save the Queen
The sounds of Christmas so serene

But there is one sound that we don’t mention
Indulging instead in misdirection
What could it be that’s too late to rescind?
The sound, of course, of Santa breaking wind