So, it's Sunday, and it's snowing outside again, so this is what we're doing: sitting in the lounge sipping mulled wine, with a fire going, and Christmas songs playing in the background. No, we are not two months behind the rest of the world; just quirky. Here's proof, in conversation-form:
"Like Good King Wenceslas...he went down..."
"He didn't go down..."
"He did, he went down. On Stephen. And gave him a good feast."
Also, the response that George gives his significant other when she murmurs from the couch, "I'm tired": "I know, but this is, this is rock n' roll, this is the chance you take, going out with a rustic poet like me."