Busted

"This day is called the feast of CHristmas;
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Christmas.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is nearly Christmas day:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Tesco's day.'
All men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But we'll remember with advantages
What feats we did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in our mouth as household words
Shy the king, James and Flick

Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Christmas Christmas shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his sweat with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Nicholas day"


Shy, James and I busted a gut (get it?) to get rooms prepared for Saint Christmas day
We did it :)))




(with a special thanks to Will Shakespeare)