Monty: We're coming up for that time again. Lovely. I love carol howling. Will you come carol howling this year, Rosie?
Rosie: Aroo oo oo oo-oo, Ar-oo oo oo oo oo...
Monty: She's practising already! Great. Right. I'd better go start gargling, get my throat primed up.
Rosie, when Monty's gone: I'm feeling quite Christmassy this year. Don't tell Monty. Bah, humbug. Arf.
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Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Steee-ven
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and eeee-ven
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was crooo-el
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fyooo-ooo-el
I'm over here moving my lips and pretending to sing because you DON'T want to hear me sing.
We do, we do want to here you howl, er, sing....
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