Oh come all yea comical, the skiving angels sang, whilst three sun seeker kings decked their beach huts with holly and scurvy. The little town of Blogsville was hoping for a silent knight to clear the snow in the winter wonderland, but the angels from the helms of a ferry had other ideas. They were about to invite the gritters’ to their offshore Christmas party.
O’Tannenbaum, rattled his silver bells at Mary who had brought her toy boy, ruddy red nosed Rudolph, along with a bottle of Ave Maria, which left them both walking in the air.
Less than twelve days to Christmas and Santa Claus is coming to town, not because the lady use to love a certain kind a chocolate, but because a child was born. God arrest all the ding, dong, merrily on high, gentle men and frisky ladies willing to have it away with a manager for the sake of auld lang syne.