‘Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the city
All the people were shopping
And it was not pretty.

All bargains were bought up
The sidewalks a rush
The cafes all bursting
In this Yuletide crush

There was not a moment
Or space left unplastered
By red and green trimming
Which merchants had mastered

The buskers all busking
The trams were all packed
But I must get to working
Before I get sacked.

(Ho ho ho, Santa pun)