Moriaty is a bit predictable - with that dreadful music playing you know how it will end as soon as he gets his ticket.
Someone did the original Christmas Day in the Workhouse, at our dance club party once, but the title makes you expect a parody now, so it's hard to take it seriously.
Somewhere (but Google won't tell me where) there is a recipe for Christmas pudd that involves a lot of tasting the brandy.
And there are various 12 days responses, and guess what, a Mudcat thread full of them

Speaking of parodies, 'here's one I made earlier'*

Twas the week before Christmas in our Village Hall
Pictures of Santa hung on the wall.
There evry morning the Playgroup were busy,
Children excited and staff in a tizzy.

So much to finish, so much to do,
I've got a list that will tell me just who
's not made a present to take home to Dad
If we forgot one that would be too bad

There's glitter on fir-cones, and on Mummy's card,
Spilt on the table and dropped in the yard,
And at each window, dangling on string
Glitter on shapes cut like bells, stars and thing

We're learning some carols and acting a play
Sam's Dad's a farmer he'll lend us some hay.
Casting's not easy; all want to be sheep
Or Mary, to rock our new doll to sleep

It's nearly Christmas, our work is all done.
Terms nearly over, the party's begun
Games to play, food to eat, Santa might call.
Mums, take them home now, I've done with them all.

*for the non-English, this was always said by Blue Peter presenters when demonstrating a craft 'make'.