Consequences poetry

An evening of fun and games was planned,
Everybody was nicely tanned.
People were paddling in the shallow sea,
Children were shrieking, giggling with glee.
They jumped and skipped and ran about,
One was so excited some wee came out.
It made a suspicious stain on the floor
They stepped over it and left, slamming the door.
The tinsel fell off and mum was quite cross.
Into her head popped Matt Goss, from Bros.
What a horrible image, her mind recoiled.
She pushed away her dinner, her appetite spoiled.
Even the sprouts were left untouched.
Which meant that the toilet went unflushed.

Snow is lying on the hillside
But inside the fire glows in the grate
And the children want to stay up late.
They were forbidden to do so as they had been naughty,
And were all sent to bed without any supper.
There was much rumbling of hungry tummies and many grumpy faces.
Bah humbug till the turkey and sprouts arrive.
The bad mood lasted until the evening.
It was eventually dispersed by loud music and wild dancing.
Much fun was had by all, the party raged on well past midnight,
And nobody had an early night, they all had a ball.
They all froze, however, when HE came to call...

I wonder what Santa will bring for me?
What will he leave beneath my twinkling tree?
"You'd better not peek till the morning."
Was the sombre warning.
Everyone listened with solemn faces
As they wished themselves in other places.
Suddenly the Tardis appeared and there stood Doctor Who!
His long scarf flapped - he'd know what to do!
He removed it in haste and waved it in the air.
He took off his hat and fluffed out his hair.
"Good day to you fine people" he declared.
He delivered his speech, most carefully prepared.
HIs words were received with rapturous applause,
And presents galore, form old Santa Claus.