First – a cat.
Hopefully Max’s tongue will catch your attention long enough for you to listen to the song below.
Well I can’t wait for Christmas
Been buckle-knee’d and listless
And you say that you’ve been wishing weeks away
They hung the lights out in the street
Twisted round the boughs of trees
The choir sung its holiest refrains
Like Gloria Hosanna in the highest
This years been black and blue.
But we’re all right
And this Christmas could be white for me and you.
I still can’t sleep on Christmas Eve.
And we’ll never miss a beat
Scarlet-faced from whiskey neat in the cold
Singing dancing in the dark
Oh I hope these words will do
I’ve had my doubts but not about you
I’m drunk and hearing voices in car parks
And this year
Oh I’ve got love in me I swear I hope you know
Gloria In Excelsis Deo
If I should fall from grace
If I should leave this dear green place
And if Christmas fades without a trace
I still want you around
There’s magic in this grey old town you know
You should share in the refrain
If you think you know the songs
Who cares if all the words are wrong
Who cares if it barely ever snows
Still the choirs swells
The carol of the bells goes….
[instruments take over – yep, just as if Fireworks have exploded]