It was Christmas Eve, babe: Babe was so 1995 - I suspect Downton will be the 'must watch' this Christmas, providing a great insight into our archiac fuedal hangover while showing off pretty costumes and a nice house.
In the drunk tank: well not yet, although this drug grower has landed himself there with festive cheer.
An old man said to me, won't see another one: apparently the world will end just before next Christmas. This could be the Last Christmas...
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew: The new Planning Policy Framework will change our countryside forever, ensuring that development have a presumption that they will be passed.
So happy Christmas
I love you baby: Or Winterfest, Solistice, Yule or whatever your mix of Christian and Pagan festivities might be...
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true: Someone has been watching too much X-Factor
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold: Welcome to the Conservative Party all you 1%ers.
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old: If you are part of the 99%...
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me: are the exact words that Cameron said to Clegg two years ago.
Season's Greetings One and All!
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