Happy Christmas to Lifers, wherever you are
Either close to the Valley, or the sands of Qatar
Whether sitting at home, or stood in a bar
You’re thinking of Charlton, from up close or a-far
To you and your girlfriend, your partner, your wife
Three cheers to us all, and to Charlton Life
Happy Christmas to those whose health’s had a knock
From ‘long-term conditions’ to ‘short-term’ and ‘shock’
We all read your problems, without watching the clock
And all wish you well, and your health to restock
To you who’ve had trouble, stress, grief and strife
Three cheers to you all, and to Charlton Life
Happy Christmas to those whose patience runs thin
Who wait with forbearance for the next clean-sheet win
Who can’t hold on longer for the new start to begin
And who cling on to hope, like a devil to sin
To you for whom desperation runs rife
Three cheers to you all, and to Charlton Life
Happy Christmas to Charlton, its players and staff
The club whose ambitions each year cut in half
Whose pool of goodwill would not fill a bath
(When this is all over, we may even laugh)
To the next first team boss (I’m hoping Michelle Pfeiff)
Three cheers to you all, and to Charlton Life
Happy Christmas to those whose year has gone well
And to those for whom lockdown was harder than hell
To those who’ve planned moves that haven’t gone well
(And, yes: happy Christmas to the homeless Patel)
From Charlton to Cornwall, from Wales to East Fife
Three cheers to you all, and to Charlton Life
Happy Christmas to you all, whatever you do
If you work hard all day, or you no longer do
There’s one thing I’ll ask, that we all try to do:
Say one thing quite often, just: ‘how are you?’
As you tuck in to dinner, with spoon, fork and knife,
Three cheers to you all, and to Charlton Life
Comments
Take a deep deserved bow.
LOL
Or you don't have one at all
With Holly and a bottle of Wine
Remember to give as well as take
and try not to just be on the make
Less can sometimes be more
Unless your penis is like an apple core.
Bless you all
Sermon from the Soapbox.
The same to you right back
As a weary old Addick I’d like to predict
We’ll give promotion a crack
And Thomas if you’re reading this
Throw your guitar out the door
Put your hand in your pocket, pull out your wallet
Buy us forwards who can actually score.
Merry Christmas
Do you have a favourite piece of Christmas music, a carol perhaps?
I tend to go the other way when suffering the endless stuff through supermarket and big store systems.
But I’ve just heard “In the bleak mid-winter” sung by the Worcester Cathedral Choir. Sublime.
My Charlton anthem of the moment 😄