God rest ye merry, Mumsnetters
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, to buy batteries,
To use on Christmas day
To save us all from Mega strops
When Children go astray
O tidings of Argos and joy,
Argos and joy
O tidings of Argos and joy.
In Hospital, or own bedroom,
This blessed Babe was born
And oh so many stitches made
Upon this blessed morn
The which the Mother scathingly
Did nothing take in scorn
O Sitting on rubber rings gives joy,
Comfort and joy
O ice cubes give comfort and joy.
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All gifts have now been bought
And with true love and brotherhood
All Mumdnetters have sought;
This massive pile of plastic crap
To pack away mort fraught
O tidings of Argos and joy,
Argos and joy
O tidings of Argos and joy