RECAP (since 12-22-06)


nothing happened. Then the band began playing "O Tannenbaum or Red Flag in March Tempo. Then the partridge started to steam and flew away, never to be caught, plucked, stuffed, pickled, potted or poached. Santa paraded naked ,wearing nothing but a feather boa protruding from the angel's neatly placed embouchre (?), much double-tonguing, said:
"Where can I find a Furbie?"
The shopkeeper laughed, perhaps unwisely, at Santa's dumbass question, but kindly old Santa smiled, and aimed his shotgun at the shopkeeper's ring dang do.   Assorted crushed nuts tumbled to the sawdust covered timbers on Santa's head, while two turtledoves were flaming it lightly over hickory for serving with chips.   A loud "It's delicious!" cried the mistletoe-bedecked but otherwise celibate from the waist-coat, reeking of egnogg priest. "Beware the Jabberwock, my children of the Night of Regret!"   But fortunately, Kermit the aquatically challenged nasally sealed amphibian sang off key.
Frogs cannot sing