The Punkoid finished pouring beers for rapaire and MMario, and handed a bottle of Aberlour to Morti.

Hey guys - I don't know whose card it's on this year, but there's only one thing for Morti to put in that glass of Aberlour... the rest of the bottle! Hellfire - I'm glad it ain't my plastic!

Picking up a pint of his beloved Fighting Cock (that's Bourbon, just for a change), the Punkoid resumed his place by the fire.

Good King Wenceslas got p****d
On the feast of Stephen.
Says we Sir, two lights you've missed
Into this bag be breathing.
Brightly shone the crystals green
Due to excess wassail
Christmas is a groovy scene -
God Bless Barbara Castle!

With apologies to Private Eye, The Abominable Radio Gnome, circa 67!