I won't insult you by telling you where that quote comes from...
All I will say is 'May your mistletoe not be infected with nargles!"
And my dream of a white Christmas is just that - a dream. Christmas here is mud coloured. I've just spent an hour washing Poppy's legs, drying them and coating them with Vaseline in the vain hope that the mud won't stick. Her Christmas treat.
A Caroline's weird thought association alert:
Possibly the crassest Christmas song in the ever ever.