Christmas for Mr Chips

For Mr Chips Christmas brings fear 'Cause it's a special time of year. We've turkey, pudding, vegetables, dips, When all he wants are oven chips. In summertime, I never knew What only eating chips could do. He got his nickname 'Mr Chips' 'Cause only they would pass his lips. "Come eat with us." He caught my eye Then said "Well, it's a busy time." "You know my life, and how it is, "There're programs I don't want to miss." I protested "It's Christmastime, "And friends don't always happen by." "You're right." He said. And my reply was "Come and eat chips if you like." I want to say 'All fear's the same' But Mr Chips must play his game. His lie tells truths that we all know, He'll say he eats like us at home. But if we're wrong, why didn't he say "I don't eat chips on Christmas day." Oh, Mr Chips, what I would give, To show the way that others live.