..the tone deaf one slumped on the bar stool jerks awake, wrenching his hair free from where it was stuck to the spillage on the bar. He is puzzled by the ringing in his ears until he realises that some joker (Liz or Morty at a guess) had hung bell decorations on his ears while decorating the tree. Then he found someone had stuck a mince pie up his kazoo to silence it,and to add insult to injury, some cat had used his washboard for a litter tray.
Pouring out another 3-star he croaks in a voice within a few miles of Roy Wood's :
"I'm glad it isn't Xmas every dayeeee"
He realises as he looks blearily at the inflatable sheep that it is beginning to look strangely attractive. Had he drunk too much or was he coming down with New Zealand 'flu? He has another prophylactic drink just in case it is the latter. He also thinks "one must stop thinking in the third person mustn't one?")
RtS