A Scottish Fairy

I came across this little poem on facebook the other day and it made me smile so I thought I would share it with you.

I am a wee little fairy;
On tap o'the Christmas Tree
It's no ' a job I fancy
Well how would you like tae be me;

A 'tarted up wi' tinsel
It's enough to make you boak
An a couple o' jaggy branches
Rammed up the back ' your frock

An 'these wee lights a' roon me
I canna get my sleep
An' there's the yearly visit
Fae Santa-big fat creep;

On Christmas Day I'm stuck up here
While you're a 'wirin' in
An 'naebody says " Hey you up there
Could yu go  slug o'gin?"

It's nae joke bein' a fairy
The job's beyond a belief
you've got to go roon' the wean's beds
An' lift their rotten teeth

But o' a' the jobs a Fairy gets
An' I've mentioned only some
The very worst is sitting up a tree
Wi' pine needles up yir bum

When a' the Fairies meet again
By the light of the silvery moon
Ye can tell the Christmas fairies
They're the wans that canna sit doon

The Christmas tree's a bonny sight
As the firelight softly flickers
But think o' me - I'm stuck up here
Wi' needles in my knickers.

So soon as Christmas time's right by
An' I stop bein' sae full o' cheer
I'll get awa back tae fairyland
An' I'll see yous a' next year.

Now Boxing day is at an end too. Yippee , another dinner served and eaten and a bit more room in the fridge. I have no idea what day of the week it is. David was at work. Richard and Ashlene are here and the bins have been collected.
Watched The Croods Movie this afternoon which we all enjoyed , funny and colourful and I did nt cry !!