A Scottish Christmas Fairy Poem
A Scottish Fairy
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 mak ye boak
An a couple of jaggy branches
Rammed up the back o’ 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 wiring in
An’ naebodoy says, Hey you up there
Could you go a slug o’gin?
The Christmas Tree’s a bonney sight
As the firelight softly flickers
But think o’me – I’m stuck up here
Wi’ needles in my knickers.
Translation available for non Scottish language speakers