‘Twas the day before Christmas and a certain reporter
Was thinking she may have drunk more than she oughter
Her jeans were hung by the chimney with care –
She had no idea how they came to be there.
In her head, there arose such a clatter
But she knew full well just what was the matter…
She spoke not a word but wrote up this post
Looking forward to Sunday’s traditional roast.
And laying her finger aside of her nose
And downing her porridge, from her seat she arose,
And you’ll hear her exclaim, ere she finishes this,
Merry Christmas to all – but just don’t get too… drunk 🙂
Have a very merry Christmas xx