Twas the night before Christmas, when all through X&Y
Not a creature was stirring, not even Doctor Bry;
The clinic had been cleaned and tidied with care,
In prep for next year's conceptions, that soon would be there.
Frozen sperm were all nestled, snug in their dewars,
With dreams of fertilisation stamped into their futures;
Some were from donors, keen to help others,
Whilst others were reserved to make sisters or brothers
Then out on New Walk there arose such a clatter,
The on-call phone started ringing - what could be the matter?
We dashed to the clinic and were there in a flash,
We tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon shone on the clinic and Victoria park,
And gave a lustre of midday to the fox who walked past,
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
The little old driver, he must be St. Nick.
Was bringing gifts for the good girls and boys at the clinic.
For the nurses and docs
Santa brought lots of chocs.
Whilst for the team in the lab
He delivered a present so fab
Santa took out a microscope he had tucked in his sleigh
To help 2024’s X&Y babies to get underway.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
Let’s help X&Y and the fertility their fixing"
His eyes how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
Santa sprinkled the clinic with Christmas fertility dust
“Good luck X&Y, help them you must”
He then sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
Like a flash they were gone clean out of sight
And we could just hear him calling
“Merry Christmas X&Y, and to all goodnight!”