I sit here in this room of fairy lights
In between a pair of squabbling friends.
The fighting here, it seems it never ends,
But this time, oh, I thiknk it really might.
Holly, you see, she loves to scratch and bite
While Sarah only really half pretends
To join in with the push and shove and tends
To pray the madness ends before the night.
But Holly's in an awful mood today
And Sarah's in her sights and firmly placed.
It's minus three and now there's hell to pay,
For Holly hates the cold as much as rain.
So Sarah's put herself right in her way,
And now she's sure to die in awful pain.