Well, dear Foxy fans, here we are at last, with just nine sleeps until the Big Day I am signing off for 2020 and heading back up North for a shorter, smaller celebration (and if you believe that, you must believe in Santa, Rudolf and Fairies, too!)
To be honest, like many, I will be glad to see the back of it; what a truly shite year it has been. Mind you, by the time we meet again, we’ll be fighting off Brexit hell. I just hope you lot like eating fish, that’s all.
But of course, I can’t possibly sign off without our traditional sing-a-long, so, from all of us to all of you…SING UP IT’S CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTMAS!
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine,
We’re in for a stuffing and feeling fine,
The turkey’s been spatchcocked,
the micro-penis has gone,
We’re heading up North, what could possibly go wrong?
A time for fun, a time for joy,
There’s presents galore and my Danny-boy,
He’s full of excitement,
and I know what he’s after,
But he’s going to play slave and I’ll be the master.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine,
We’re in for a stuffing and feeling fine,
My Nan’s cooking the dinner,
My Dad’s on the veg,
Danny-boy and I can have hours in bed.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine,
Meggy and Peggy are going back to Skeggy,
Foxy’s with Spooner,
In his Brighton pad,
It’s going to take some time to get over that.
A time for giving, a time for receiving,
McFatty and McFatter, their faces are beaming,
They’ve bought themselves hampers,
Because no-one else will,
And they’re claiming it all on their next tax bill.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine,
We’re in for a stuffing and feeling fine,
The turkey has been spatchcocked,
the micro-penis has gone
We’re heading up North what could possibly go wrong?
Have a good one. See you next year xx
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