Merry Christmas from Burton's Biscuits

Santa’s on his way from Lapland
With a sack full of Maryland
His reindeer's have all been fed
On our finest Edinburgh Shortbread

Left under the tree, are some Florentine
Children see them and scream ‘he’s been’
On icy ground, someone slips
Calm them down with some fish ‘n’ Chips

Elves scurry and Vis’Count’ the presents
A job that is never unpleasant
They even remembered the Jammie Dodgers
For that lovely Mrs. Rodgers

It’s time to sit with some Wagon wheels
And enjoy the love and the Christmas feels