The Twelve Days of a Ponty Christmas...

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

One brand new stadium with fully drained and heated pitch for Pontypridd RFC

And a Pickering in a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Two seasons’ unbeaten record at the House of Pain (again!)

And a Pickering in a pear tree

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Three competent match officials to take charge of a Ponty fixture (please!!)

And a Pickering on top of a pear tree

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Four proper Welsh regions in place of the half baked super clubs we now have

And a Pickering on top of a pear tree

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Five Welsh regions – a new development region for the Valleys!

And a Pickering stuck firmly on top of a pear tree

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Six winter months with no heavy rain and no hard frost – the perfect rugby season

And a Pickering stuck firmly on top of a pear tree

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Seven maids – a – serving… the lovely Ponty bar staff!

And a Pickering skewered on to a pear tree

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Eight brave men and strong to form the Ponty pack – we’ve got this one already!

And a Pickering skewered on to a pear tree

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Nine gold rings – melted down to buy shares in Ponty Rugby Ltd

And a Pickering skewered on to a prickly pear tree

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Ten out of ten – top marks to the best supporters in the land, the Black & White Army

And a Pickering skewered on to a prickly pear tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Eleven million on the Euro Lottery – all to be invested wisely in Ponty RFC

And a Pickering skewered on to a poison tipped prickly pear tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

Twelve pints of draught bass please barman…and a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all

Oh, and could someone get Pickering down off that pear tree… and call for an ambulance!

“Secret Santa”