Good Morning Sunday Baby

Woke up this morning and opened my eyes,
flew out of bed and soon realized,
it's Christmas, there's no need to jump up today,
so I climbed right back in with my wife and the hay.
Now my son, the two year old, full of young spark,
opens up his eyes also and sees it's not dark,
he hops up quite quickly, a new day's begun,
time to eat, time to play, go outside and have fun.
He contemplates, hmm, which one will it be,
to rock out of deep sleep and take care of me?
Before I can even expect the attack,
he leaps high in the air and lands straight on my back.
"Get up, get up daddy", was said as he beats on my head,
I roll over and smile, eyelids heavy as lead.
As I sit up to greet him, handsome eyes bright and brown,
he gives me a hug and surely as I had always known,
that even though it was just 7:45,
I was the luckiest Daddy alive.

Scope 2005 Xmas CO2 Emissions

To be or not to be, that was the question
what to do for Christmas with those CO2 Emissions
to write a poem, or sing a rhyme
would not be fitting with "Ol'lang Sine".

But a solution for this party had to be found
it must be good, coming from the Scope Team Sound.
And as my thoughts flew from one spot to another
I could only think of CO2 and hovver,
what could I say, in relation to this special event
except that it (the Birth) must have been a God-send.

Now I could recite the age old story,
but without the life-stock, there would be no CO2 glory
and so I say, just breath in without a clout
as I give you the annual Christmas shout:

Smelly Christmas Everybody !