It might not look like it but we're fine, really. We're not seeing a few people until after Christmas.
Also, we're done with Christmas shopping for our dog.
Don't tell her!
Christmas time is here, by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don't say "when"
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother, here we go again