'umbug

"Ey up Doris, here comes t' Farmer."

"''appen."

"'Ee's brought turnip for us Christmas snap."

"Roasted?"

"Nay, but special, imported like. From Lincoln way."

"What do I need with offcumden turnip? Just leave me to me Yorkshire grass. Nowt wrong with that."

"But 'tis Christmas, Doris!" 

"Baaaah! 'umbug."