Polly Teale is a British writer and theatre director best known for her work with the Shared Experience theatre company, where she is joint artistic director alongside Nancy Meckler. Teale won the prize for best director at the 2003 Evening Standard Theatre Awards for her staging of After Mrs Rochester which was performed at the Duke of York's Theatre. Her most recent play to date is Mine, a play about the adoption of children. Other productions directed by her for Shared Experience include Bracken Moor (2013).
Teale has a daughter, Eden, with her husband director Ian Rickson.
When I was a small boy
Here in London town
Seasons snow was falling on the ground
All the friends and family
Here on Christmas Eve
Gather round to dress
The Christmas tree
But daddy's down at the pub
Full of Christmas cheer
Probably won't come home
Until next year
Oh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin' at the Christmas tree
Santa's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin, he's yellin'
At the Christmas tree
All right now yeah...
Uncle is a sports fan
Granny likes a joke
But no one laughs when
Daddy's stumbles home
But he don't fall asleep
Wah! The night was getting black
You see, oh God,
Dad had too much Jack
Oh Lord!
Every year is the same old thing
Like Rudolph's red nose
Telling this story will never get old
Oh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin' at the Christmas tree
Santa's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin, he's yellin'
At the Christmas tree
Well alright now yeah...
Well alright now...
Yellin' at the Christmas tree
Santa came down the chimney
But then he ran upstairs
Jumped in bed with Mommy
She didn't care
Across the room went the fruitcakes
Ah, the wreath came off the door
If these are holidays I can take no more
Every year it's the same old thing
Like Rudolph's red nose
Hearing this story will never get old
Oh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin' at the Christmas tree
Santa's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin, he's yellin'
At the Christmas tree
Santa's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin'
He's yellin' at the Christmas tree
Well alright now yeah...
He's yellin' at the Christmas tree
He's yellin' at the Christmas tree
He's yellin' at the Christmas tree