2 December 2012
Up to the attic my dear! To bring down the boxes that hold Yuletide cheer.
I'll deck these halls with tinsel and grace With fragrant boughs strewn about the place.
You grog the nog And I'll spice the rum We'll cozy up warm And eat sugared plumb
We'll check our Christmas list not once, but twice. I'll bring out the gifts that please. I'll bring out the Christmas spice.
I've been nice not naughty But I'll break that rule tonight I'll jingle your bells, and burn your log Through to morning light.
Christmas Spice • Opuss № I