The Christmas Song

It's the Christmas song. Chestnuts roasting on that open fire. Yeah. Jack Frost, who moves marvellous. He's nipping actual gnaws. Oh, I hate when that happens. Hello once again everyone. Yo-tied carols are being sung by a quiet as we speak right there.

Oh, I'm this folks. You know, they're dressed up like Eskimos. It's unbelievable. Don't get me started with these Eskimos, are they Hawaiians or Indians or what? Everybody knows. Some turkey, my friends, some miso-toe, some beverages by Hoffman.

They all help ya. They all help to make that season bright. Willie? Oh, uh, tiny tarts, up with their eyes all aglow. They'll find it very hard to sleep tonight, my darlings. Like Eddle Flynn, he would not sleep, but when he woke up, he'd look like now.

And Santa's on his way. He loaded lots of toys and goodies, like masters by strikes with the unleavened experience of a lifetime. And every mother's child, my little darlings, running around the house, crazy going nuts to the flat from the pajamas, with their little push sticking out, looking up into the night to see if those reindeer

really know how to fly. Great reindeer gonna fly, they're gonna leave a Danish on my windshield from 100 feet. And so, we're offering this rather simple, pedantic phrase right here, Muhammad. Yeah, how is, this is to the kids, the Fugitive Champions from 110.92.

Thanks, Chan. Also, it's been said, yeah. Many times, many ways, have a cookin' say next day, babe. Have a overall livable Christmas, huh? Oh, have a nice Christmas, but don't forget to take the pins out of your new shirts when you try them on.