It was Christmas in the Small English village of Little Pingley. Miss Crippledlemon was almost done cooking the turkey and the smell of candy canes was wafting through the air.
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Before we carve the turkey let us all say grace.
No offence dad but if you're going to turn a turkey into a christian sermon we may as well be blurting out every wrong thing we've done this year.
