Not even Shane MacGowan could. So don’t you lot even try. Someone’s built their dreams around ye. And a Merry Christmas to all of yis.
Not even Shane MacGowan could. So don’t you lot even try. Someone’s built their dreams around ye. And a Merry Christmas to all of yis.
Merry Christmas to all from a grey & rainy Auckland, (where we are about to sit down to the first of several meals of leftovers)
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Hurben! Great to have you back of the net!!
And to all ……. Merry Christmas!
We are all gathered around the potbelly stove at Patrick’s General Store. The wood plank floor creaks and groans as we shuffle about. A few of us are nursing overhangs from the great outhouse blowout yesterday. Patrick says, “how about a little hair of the dog fellas?” He gives all of us a cool pint of porter. We raise our glasses and toast to a “Merry Christmas.” Now, let’s get to the Duke City airport, so we don’t miss our flight to Auckland. Hurben will be waiting for us. Herself herds us out the door, and says “Away with ya, you scruffy freeloaders.”
Merry Christmas
I just stumbled into the store. Is there still coffee or do I have to go to Auckland to get it? Although I suppose they pour some decent tea down that way. But until I get my mug of java in my hand, Merry Christmas to all you chums. May your day be sunny and bright, and if white not deep enough to require a shovel to get to the outhouse.
Щасливого Різдва !
Mele Kalikimaka, my Hawaiian is terrible but heartfelt. That’s supposed to be Merry Christmas in Hawaiian.