Behold! On Christmas morning,
with a strut both bold and hale,
the hero of our story enters…
It’s the Christmas Airedale!
(Oh yes it is!)
His beard is full of tinsel,
his tail swishes left and right,
he’s sniffed the tree for danger
and declared it safe tonight.
(Oh no he hasn’t!)
OH YES HE HAS!
He prances round the presents
like a star upon the stage,
as if he’s signed a contract
and negotiated centre page.
He checks the kitchen turkey
quality control, you see
then gives a solemn Airedale nod:
“Proceed. But save some… just for me.”
He guards the Christmas stockings
with a noble, watchful stare,
because villains love a stocking raid,
he’s not having that, I swear.
(Oh yes he is!)
OH NO HE ISN’T!
…Actually, he is. He’s very firm about it.
And when the day grows cosy,
and the crackers all are pulled,
our hero curls beside you
with a heart completely full.
For every panto needs a star,
a legend, strong and true
and Christmas shines much brighter
with an Airedale beside you.