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Christmas.

Nan?

Nan? Turn them lights off.

It's really cold up here, Nan.

Keep your coat on then.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Don't go near that fire. I can't afford it. Where are you? What are you doing,

Nan? Have you been sitting in the dark?

No, of course I ain't. You haven't even got the telly on. Nan, are you all

right? Of course I'm all right.

Nan, what's going on?

are you dressed like that?

It's flannelette.

You want to try it? It'll be a lot warmer than that spandex you like to

about in.

I'm surprised to see you anyway.

Christmas Eve, I thought you'd be out drinking down that wine bar you like to

to. You and your friend, Stefan.

What's it called?

She's called Stephanie, actually.

Oh, I can't think. What's the name of it? She's my girlfriend.

Nah, I can't remember. What'd they call it? And she's from Munich.

Hamburg. German gay bar.

What will I think of next?

We wish you a merry Christmas. Oh, that's all I need. Oh,

come on, Nan.

Nan, Nan.

Not having this show. You and your king.

We wish you a merry Christmas.

Knocking on decent people's houses.

Christmas Eve? Look at that racket.

I'm very sorry.

Which are collecting for the kids at the children's home?

Yeah, you make me sick, you lot.

With your smiley faces and your festive cheer and your charity box.

Where's your Christmas spirit?

Oh, shove it up your arse!

on me door, cheering me up with carols. Oh, that is madness.

What's the matter with you? Uncle Bob and his family will be here soon. You're

not going to be like this, are you? Who?

Bob. Bob?

Bob? Bob's coming in? I don't know no Bob.

Yeah, you do. Uncle Bob, you know, from Grandad's side of the family.

Not Northern Bob.

Not Bob the Northerner.

Uncle Bob, Julie and the kids, they're coming for Christmas.

Not the Cratchits.

Not that miserable, scrounging mob.

Nan, don't say that. You know they've had a terrible year. What, another one?

Bob lost his job, they've got no money.

Julie said for the last few months they've been living on pot noodles and

Krispies. That's a very healthy diet for a northerner.

Nan.

They're not bringing that dog, are they?

Scavenging mutt.

It's only a little thing, isn't it? It's one of them miniature ones.

What do they call it? It's only tiny.

Tim. Yeah.

Yeah, it is tiny.

Tim.

Look, Nan, they'll be arriving soon.

What are they doing coming up here?

They're coming for Christmas lunch. They've been looking forward to it for

Who arranged that?

You did.

Me? At little Charlotte's first Holy Communion back in July.

Oh, she's a fat child.

Nan, you promised.

I'm putting her in that white dress to help.

Nan. See how at least that veil over her head covered up her lazy eyes.

Oh, oh, here they are.

Oh, hold on to your hats.

I'll let them in.

Now, remember, Nan, it is Christmas. Yeah, yeah, don't remind me.

Oh, Nan, it's not the Cratchits, it's Nellie from upstairs.

Oh, not her.

Hello, new love.

Hello, Joanie, dear.

I don't know what's happened to Uncle Bob. They left Yorkshire this morning.

Well, it's for long ways from walking clubs.

Merry Christmas.

Is it? I hadn't noticed.

Sit down, Nellie. Oh, here, here's your bunions, Nell. Do you want a bowl of hot

water to soak your feet while you're there? Oh, no, thanks.

You might as well, Jamie, get over there and give Nellie's feet a rub.

No, that won't be necessary.

It don't mind.

It's a university.

Oh.

No, I can't stay long. I just brought this week's lottery money.

Oh, oh, lovely.

What lottery money is that, Nan? Your Nan's the treasurer of the over -60s

lottery syndicate. Actually, she takes the money down every week for us.

Oh, that's really good of you, Nan.

Well, I have me moment.

Well, I won't keep you at this busy time.

Ah, all right. Now, here, darling.

I've got a good feeling about this week. Me too. And it's a rollover.

She's a lovely woman.

I didn't know you did the lottery.

I don't.

So when are you going to take their money down and buy the tickets?

I'm not.

You mean that's all their money?

Oh, it's a waste of time anyway.

Lottery. They're never going to win.

Oh. Oh, Jamie, I... before that lot get their thieving northern hands on it.

Nan, you are unbelievable.

Oh, chillax!

We're here!

Eight and a half hours on a coach, but we made it.

here auntie joan call blimey apples and pears do what governor strike a light is

that the sound of bow bells happy

christmas auntie joanie

who's

that who's what now the door oh that was so that's just bob cratchit and his

family yeah they couldn't How long they've had to go back up to the North

Country.

You going to get that, Nan?

No, no. Probably just Jehovah's Witness, innit?

Well, I'll get it, but I want you to remember, Nan, it's Christmas, OK?

Goodwill to all men.

Yeah, you would say that.

Nan, Uncle Bob and his family ain't gone home. They were waiting to come in.

I thought you were on a tight schedule, love. You know what, we've been another

eight and a half hours to get back.

We hope you don't mind, Auntie Joanie, but we brought our Tim.

He's not been very well.

He's got a stomach complaint.

We thought he might die, Auntie Joanie.

He's not been very well, but he's going to have a smashing Christmas in London,

aren't you, our Tim?

Not if he starts shitting on my floor, he won't.

Mind you, you little rat.

What was that?

Our Ashley, our Chloe. Go on, give it to her, then. No, thank you. Go on.

What's that, then?

Oh!

Happy Christmas, Auntie Joanie.

Oh, how lovely.

Oh, what's that, then?

A donation has been made in your name

to the mobile library of the Sudan.

It's a picture of an Arab man standing next to a... donkey with half a dozen

copies of the Da Vinci Code structure.

It's an alternative Christmas gift.

Alternative to what? Something I wanted?

It's for charity.

Don't you like it?

Right. Well, it's been lovely seeing you, but I don't want to keep you, so

thanks for coming.

I thought we were stopping here with you, Auntie Joan.

What? What are you? Hi.

but you said we could come here for Christmas.

You said?

I was blunt, I'm telling.

I also said I was going to break dance on Britain's Got Talent.

What can I tell you? Things don't always work out.

But it's Christmas Eve and we've nowhere else to stay. And the coaches have

stopped running.

What about the stream, then? But it's so cold out there.

Come on, Nan, you've got that big extra room, you never use it.

That was your grandfather's study.

I ain't been in there since he died seven years ago.

My poor Jake.

God rest his soul.

Oh, I don't miss him.

Grandad didn't have a study. He was a greengrocer.

He used to sit in that room and read books about vegetables.

What he didn't know about tomatoes weren't worth knowing.

Tomatoes are a fruit.

Oh, he didn't know that.

Nan, if you don't let them stay, they'll be out on the streets with nowhere to

go at Christmas.

Please, Nan.

What do you say?

No!

Look, it's fine.

We're sorry for the misunderstanding.

It's all right.

Come on, you lot, we'll make do as best as we can.

Is it goodbye?

What about our Christmas dinner?

Don't you worry about it, Ashley. You'll not go without.

That's it.

Take that!

Before we go, Auntie Joanie, could we trouble you for a bowl of water?

It's our tin.

It's parched.

What is it with this people?

Go and piss yourself out of it!

of the Sue fucking Dan.

Have a look.

Have a look. The man ain't got no shoes.

What's he going to do with Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fucking Fire?

Throwing out your own family.

That is the worst thing you've ever done.

Happy Christmas, Nan.

Yeah.

Christmas?

Why...

Jake Taylor, your husband, back from the dead. Here to warn you.

What's he talking like that for?

Oh, they're all doing it up there.

You sound like a simpleton.

Oh, don't start.

I said as soon as I turn up, it'll be planet earache.

You might try and look a bit pleased to see me. I've been dead for seven years.

No shatty noise. I never asked you to come back.

What did you bury me with a ukulele for?

I thought it made you look...

Flamboyant. I bet I look ridiculous in that coffin.

You did get a lot of comments.

Did I?

Yeah, mainly that you look ridiculous.

What did you put me in this suit for?

That's the suit you married me in. Yeah, in 1955.

I've put on four stones since then.

The waistband's cutting into me like a bleeding cheese wire.

Don't blame me, you fat git.

Here, I've got something important to tell you.

Oh, yeah, that'll be a first. I am here to warn you that on this Christmas

night... Oh, later.

You've gone too far this time, Joanie. Slinging out the cratchits like that,

you're getting meaner every year. But your day of reckoning is nigh.

What are you talking about?

My day of reckoning?

Tonight, you will be visited by three ghosts.

So, two more?

No, no, three more.

So, four including you?

Well, no, I'm more of an apparition.

Anyway, the point is, they're coming here to show you the error of your ways.

There ain't no error in my ways. Oh, I ain't got time for this.

I'm fading.

I missed you, Joni.

Missed you.

It's lonely out there without you.

That's it, go and piss off back to Narnia.

after accusing a post office shop.

Look, if you don't let me in, you're going to regret it.

Well, if you ain't got no idea, you ain't coming in.

I've got a 17th century ducat.

There's no need for language like that.

this once a year. I'm a bit out of practice. It's not like riding a bike,

know. Well, you ought to put the hours in, Sam.

Because that is unacceptable.

Don't worry.

Amazingly, it'll all be fixed in the morning.

You're no ghost.

Oh, yes I am.

Prove it.

That's day one.

No, actually, they teach us how to do this.

Well,

if that's all you've got in your locker, son, I don't think this haunting

thing's going to work out.

OK, fine, fine.

Fine! How about this?

Go on, hit me with that. Go straight through me, won't feel a thing. I don't

think we should chance it, love.

I've got a taste in my mouth.

I'll sit down.

I feel better.

Ta -da!

I think you should leave.

How dare you?

I'm here to show you that you've taken the wrong path.

And the only way to avert a dire future is to remind yourself of who you once

were. How are you going to show me anything you can't even float?

I'm a good ghost. I'm just a bit rusty. These are no work!

I'm going to take you right back to where it all started.

That is impressive.

I know this.

And that's my ass.

When I grow up.

And that's me.

Your younger self.

She's looking right at me.

Don't worry.

You're invisible.

You've made me invisible.

You're cooking with gas now, fella.

There you are.

Come on, Joanie, it's time to go to bed.

Hey, my mother.

Look, Mummy, it's Snowy.

Oh,

we're having a white Christmas after all.

Now, don't forget to put your stocking out for Father Christmas.

Look, I've got him a mince pie and some milk.

Is there really such a thing as Father Christmas?

I hope there is, darling.

Now, go to sleep. You'll be here soon.

I look like an angel.

You do.

I can't wait till morning.

He's been! He's been!

A tangerine. One lousy, poxy, solitary

tangerine.

bleeders, rolled me mince pie, and knocked back all me milk, and he's left

piddling bit of fruit.

Bearded, fat -ass bastards.

What a fucking liberty.

Christmas?

What a load of old shit.

Oh, that is extra.

Oh, this is fantastic.

Where am I next?

Yeah, it's no biggie.

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Jackson.

Is Joanie in? Who might you be?

Jake Taylor.

Taylor? Not the Taylors from Lee Street?

That's it.

Oh, no, the Taylors. I used to knock about with a reamy Taylor years ago.

That's my mum.

Does she still like the sailors?

Sailors? Oh, your mum likes a sailor or two.

Let's see where you get it from.

Is Joanie in?

the looks of you, we can rule out that fella from the Congo.

Is she in at all?

Who is it?

Joni. Only I'd be ever so grateful if I could have a word with her.

Make sure that's all it is, young man. And mind you, keep both feet on the

at all times.

Right you are.

Joni! One of your fancy men here to see you.

The one with the ears.

Oh, my poor Jake.

Him and his brothers never did find out who their fathers were.

Billy, Bobby, Mickey, Jimmy, and little Afro George.

Hello, Joanie.

Hello, yourself.

Cool, you look nice.

That top don't half make your knockers look big.

Thanks very much.

Those trousers don't half make... What can I do for you? I wanted to ask you.

Yeah? Well, I wanted to ask you if you fancied coming out with me one night.

Oh, yeah.

Where? I thought I could take you down here, Padron. Go dancing.

Dancing. They've got a rock and roll band.

Benny Walnut and the Cobblers.

Sounds like fun.

How about it, then?

I'd love to.

Terrific. I'll pick you up next Saturday night.

Oh, I can't make Saturday. How about Friday? I can't make Friday. How about

Sunday? I can't make Sunday. How about Tuesday? I can't make Tuesday. How about

Thursday? I can't make Thursday. How about Monday? I can't make Monday. How

about... Oh, why don't you fuck off?

So you never did go dancing. That's a shame.

Oh, no, we did.

In the end, we went on a Wednesday.

Oh, look.

Here he comes again.

This is going to be the best Christmas ever.

Oh, we will have a laugh.

Got your glass of cherries. Oh, lovely.

Nice spot of Campari.

Well, you've got to have a Christmas tipple.

We'll cuddle up on the sofa in front of that box, watch Morecambe and Wise. Oh,

I can't wait.

And all because the lady loves milk tray.

Oh, you're on a devil.

Come here, come on, give us a kiss.

Do you get me a pickle, won't you?

Why don't you get them yourself, you ungrateful old mare?

When have I got time to go down the shops, you evil git?

Oh, you know plenty of time if you haven't stood out in that street jaw

-jawing, you interfering old trollop. Well, you know better, child, always

the betting shop, you no -good dirty pillow.

Why don't you give it a rest, you rancid old crow?

You make me sick, you useless lump of shit.

Are you finished?

Because I think my ear holes are bleeding.

You're the...

He was right.

That was the best Christmas ever. Oh, no, no!

Don't you get it?

That's not what Christmas is about!

Well, it weren't, mate. I forgot to pick a walnut.

You know what I think?

I think you don't know how to be happy.

I think you're afraid.

I think if you could just let people in, then maybe, just maybe, you'd actually

enjoy Christmas for once!

Who do you think you are, Jeremy, Blade and Carl?

Who's Jeremy Kyle?

Oh, he's fantastic.

He gets a lot of odd -marked simple people, he lines them up, he shouts at

and then he makes them take a lie detector test.

Wallet.

I give up.

I give up!

I need a drink.

There, fancy little Guinness.

Oh, this pub will shut out my flat.

Oh, it's my flat.

Bloody ghosts.

Makes me laugh every time.

Hello, ghosty Christmas present.

That's all I need, innit? A Scotch ghost with a comedy ringtone.

Oh, hiya.

No, I'm just in the middle of a wee job. Can I call you back?

OK, let's get started. Now, have you got any of the porcini mushrooms?

Because I see you have a wee tonne of the button variety, but they've not got

the same zip.

Oh, give me strength.

I've got a wee resort to on the go. Don't think we should travel on an empty

stomach. So, porcini mushrooms?

Yes, love. They'll be in me fridge next to me Chinese water spinach.

Fantastic.

I don't see any Chinese water spinach.

Do you, darling?

Oh, do you know what? They've probably fallen down by me goji berries.

No.

I can't seem to find it in a hen.

Mum!

Are you sure they're in there?

Of course they're not.

What's the matter with you? What do you think this is, Saturday Kitchen?

Oh, I love that show.

James Martin, don't get me started.

Well, it's just as well he can cook, cos he dances like he's shit himself.

I'm sorry, but his cha -cha -cha was a triumph.

What are you now, a bear? It's a ghost.

And not much of one by the looks of you.

It's fine with the way I look. It's just Giorgio Armani.

care if it's Georgia Asden, it ain't what a ghost goes around.

I'm the ghost of Christmas present. I'm up to the minute.

Constantly changing, ever evolving, yet always on trend.

Unstructured, yet tailored.

Clean lines, sharp silhouette, but with a whiff of the shambolic rock star. Do

not criticise the clobber.

You couldn't be bothered, could you?

Nah.

That other fella I had here before, oh, smashing he was.

Yeah, he... He looked the part, see, he was all done up in his costume, lovely

pale face, and what a stench.

He stank like a rancid old arse.

Whereas you, you smell like... God, what is that?

That's Paul Smith's thumb hair.

You're very effeminate for a ghost.

Hey, don't play your games with me, Joni Taylor, all right?

You think your snide way remarks are going to get a rise out of me? You've

another thing coming.

It's wake -up time, OK?

Because the things I'm going to show you tonight will leave you horrified by

what you've become.

And just for the record, there is nothing effeminate about me, OK?

Oh, risotto, risotto, risotto!

A bum text.

Yeah, well, you know, risotto's are notoriously difficult to time.

Joanie!

keep your skinny jeans on.

This ain't marketing.

Number 12.

The third ball out.

Number 44. We've got 43.

The fourth ball.

Number 27.

Oh, well.

Never mind, it's always next thing.

Very unlikely.

The odds are stacked right against them.

Especially with you as treasurer of the syndicate, hmm?

Now, I always finish because I've had just about enough of all this.

Afraid not.

There's one more family I'd like you to see.

We're not going to ditch him, is it, Al?

The family who travelled hundreds of miles to spend Christmas with you. The

family you threw out.

The family who are spending their Christmas in a coach depot waiting for a

home that is never going to come.

Look at her with him. He's starving.

Oh, you lot.

They only do these at Christmas.

Roast turkey and stuffing flavoured chisels.

I love you, Bob Cratchit.

Don't forget her with him.

sleeping off his lunch.

Everything I've shown you is a consequence of your actions. You caused

You killed Tiny Tim.

Right, Joanie, Joanie, Joanie, that's me away.

What are you doing?

I'm getting my best shot, but you're a pain in the arse, are you?

I'm away to update my status on Facebook.

The ghost of Christmas present is just about ready for bed after another

exhausting day's haunting.

As you know, you have one more visitation to come. And I'm sorry to

the worst. I don't mean to scare you, but at the same time, best you know,

bottom line... You're not on.

Goodbye, Joni Taylor.

We'll be back in a minute.

We can't mean he's going to miss you.

Don't worry, love.

You can always follow me on Twitter.

Guess again.

I'm hundreds of years old. I'm decrepit and decaying. You'd like to see the back

of me, but I'm here for all eternity.

Oh, that's Bruce Forsythe, then.

No, think again.

I cause pain and suffering wherever I go. I am the scourge of all

mankind.

Not Jedward.

I am the ghost of Christmas future.

I am here to warn you.

You're supposed to be frightening me.

Yes.

The short film was my idea.

Oh, I see.

I thought it would make me look more scary.

Did you?

Did you think it was a bit pretentious?

Well, I hope they didn't give you Arts Council grant for that shit.

No, they haven't got back to me.

Oh, you're a useless mob.

The first one breaks me door in. Second one nearly set me kitchen alight. And

the third one's an experimental filmmaker wracked with self -doubt.

They told me you were a nutter. I was looking forward to that. I am a nutter.

Yeah, look at this.

What's that, a skull?

Yeah, scary, isn't it?

Not really.

No, but look, it lights up.

I'm a nutter, a scary nutter.

Make me sick, the lot of you.

Not one of you has had the decency to turn up here with a white sheet over

head with two holes cut out for the eyes.

Now, if you'd have come in, wafting around like that, you'd have frightened

fucking life out of me.

No.

No.

No one of you has got any imagination.

Well, what are you doing?

I'm sitting down in my chair.

Yop.

Joni Taylor, I command you to come with me on a journey to the future to see

things more terrifying and spine -chilling than anything you've ever seen

your worst nightmares.

Yeah, ordinarily I would, love, but they're rerunning Midsomer Murders on

Look, work with me here, Joni, love. We have to go.

No. I am not leaving this chair.

Right. If that's the way you want it, hold on tight.

Now, that was naughty.

I could have sky -plashed that.

Now, this is what I call a proper night out.

Oh, that's where the congestion sound starts.

12 months from this very day.

And

the

final number on this Christmas lottery.

Number 13. What are

the chances?

Well, let's find out, shall we?

That's what I said to Mr Patel.

Which can I spend yours on?

Our fanciest twigs.

Joni, where are you going?

Joni Taylor, come here. Come back here, Joni Taylor.

They know she can run that fast with her bunions.

It's a surprisingly number for someone who's just lost £15 million.

Where's my Jamie?

This is a very proud day for Jamie and Stephanie.

He's had a baby.

My Jamie's had a baby.

I welcome into God's family little baby Ludwig Brian Taylor.

Ludwig?

Oh, it's such a shame your nan couldn't make it.

To be honest, Bob, I've given up on her. I've not been in contact with her for

years. She just became intolerable.

She's a wicked woman.

So hard retired.

She wouldn't even come to our wedding.

She's a shower crouch.

She's just not really the sort of person we want around the baby.

It's so sad what's happened to her. She brought it on herself.

Come on now, Jamie. Good job. Yeah?

That's my first great -grandchild, and she's fading it.

Schnitzel!

Onwards.

Here you are, ladies. Some nice mince pies for after your Christmas dinner.

Just in time for the Queen's Bake.

Better put your teeth in.

Benny, what's her tell you about touching yourself in front of Her

What's got two thumbs and hates your guts?

This girl!

Has anyone come out to see me?

No, nobody's come to see you. Nobody ever comes to see you.

No one's come out to see me.

and save me.

No one's come and saved me.

No one's come and saved me. We therefore commit the body of Joan Taylor to the

ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in the sure and certain hope of

the resurrection to eternal life.

That's it.

Oh, have we finished?

Uh, uh, yeah.

Right. That's that, then.

You were right. This German house music is the business.

Yeah. So funky.

You want pizza?

Yes! Go on, then.

No friends.

No family.

No one's got a good word to say about me.

Lying cold in me grave.

And that... Puffs listening to German house music. Oh, it can't end like this.

It doesn't have to.

This is the future. It's not like the past because you can change it.

I can change it? Yes.

Change the future? By changing the present, you change the future.

I can change absolutely anything?

Yes. So what's it going to be?

Could I bring back love, Joy? I do miss it.

No, Joanie.

If you could live your life again, what would you do differently?

Search me, laugh, I've got no idea.

Well, you'd better think of something, because otherwise all of these visions

will come true.

So think on, Joanie Taylor.

Think on.

Everything's... Everything's back to normal.

This is my chance.

Those ghosts were right.

I do need to change my ways.

Christmas Day, Nan.

It's a Christmas Day.

I ain't missed it.

No, you haven't missed it. You all right?

All right.

I've never felt better.

Tell me, is the Poulterers open today?

The what?

The butchers that specialise in poultry.

No, that'll be shut today, Nan.

Is a normal butcher's open then?

No, that'll be closed as well.

How? Well, is anywhere open?

Mr Patel's on the corner is open, I think.

goose, Nan.

All right, then. Get us a turkey.

He won't have a turkey, either. He's a newsagent.

Has he still got that freezer round the back?

I think so.

Fetch us a frozen chicken. We'll stick it in a microwave.

Oh, Jamie.

Go and get them crutches.

Go and get everyone.

We're going to have a party.

Brilliant. Here, Jamie.

Yeah? Happy Christmas, sweetheart.

Happy Christmas, Nan.

at such short notice, darling.

You've put on a marvellous spread and you've worked wonders with that frozen

chicken. There you go, darling.

It's amazing what you can do with a few slots.

No touch.

Oh,

here they are.

It's Christmas!

It's looking so festive in here.

Oh, you've got my darlings. What's that down by that Christmas tree? I think,

Father, Christmas has left you something.

I've made up the bedding in the spare room. You stay as long as you like.

Oh, Auntie Joan, I don't know what to say. No, darling, it's me who don't know

what to say. I'll never forgive myself for the way I treated you, but it's all

in the past now.

It's happy Christmas, eh?

Ow. Ow.

It's me tiny Tim.

Hello, darling.

I've got a nice tin of chum for you back there, yes, I have.

But for God's sake, keep him away from them crisps.

I hope it'll be all right. with his tummy, it's very easily upset.

Don't worry about it, sweetheart. If he shits himself, he shits himself.

It's only Lino.

Go on, darling. Help yourself to whatever you want.

Where's my lovely Stephanie?

Oh, she went back to Bavaria. It was all really last minute. She said she felt

home sick. In fact, I'm not sure it was really working out. Oh, no, my boy.

It's probably for the best.

Yeah.

There was a party.

You're not wrong, sweetheart.

Oh, what a... Bread. I know.

Here, here.

Them mince pies are bionic.

They're organic, Nan.

Oh, don't say that. I've already eaten two.

No luck on the lottery, then?

Oh, no luck. But, you know, I've got a very good feeling about next year.

Still, it all goes to a good cause.

Oh, well, that reminds me, sweetheart.

whip round for the over -sixties club. Now, there's a nice few quid in there.

Well done, Joni. We can get a trampoline.

Go on, help yourselves to drinks, girls, whatever you want.

Look, man, I and Joni got me a games console and that new game, Pins,

Prostitutes and Gums.

Come on.

You enjoy it.

is a one -stop winter wonderland.

Merry Christmas.

One and all.

Merry Christmas.

I'm all right.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Here. You up for a song now, then?

Yeah. Oh, I see, darling. Go on. I mean, it's Christmas. Knock yourselves out.

Good King Winston's last note.

then we're having a party. Don't you know anything a bit more upbeat?

Well, we might know another song or two.

Go on, then. Hey, we'll give it a shot.

What?

Trying not to think of when the lunchtime bell will ring again. Oh, what

had.

Trying different ways to make it interesting.

Oh, what fun we had. But at the time it seemed so right. Trying different ways

to make a difference too.

Got it. All society not to die. All the kids have gone away.

Trying different ways to make it interesting.

That isn't the rule.

We're not afraid to try.

We're not afraid to try.

Get him, Tony!

Hello, sweetheart.

Hello, Great Aunt Joanie.

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Can't you sleep?

Oh, yeah. I just got up to come and say goodnight.

Oh, goodnight, sweetheart.

Can I have a little kiss?

Thank you.

It's been the best Christmas ever.

You're not wrong there, darling.

Go on, you go back to bed and I'll see you in the morning.