Seasoned Greetings

I bring you good hidings of joy to all mankind (apart from the arseholes).

May your Christmas not crumble nor your presents be felt,

Your donner be spicey and your health be your wealth.

With a tingle in your jingle and your baubles aglow,

Fill your tummies with yummies; let it snow, let it snow, let it… no…

Probably won’t.

Anyway, thought I’d use my head to illustrate the three gif(t)s…

Was bold, now old
Frank: my middle name
Incensed most of the bloody time
Mirth - although considered meh