G'morning Heather, 

 HL> A Christmas Carol... of sorts!

 HL> We three Beatles of Liverpool are.
 HL> Paul in a taxi
 HL> John in a car.
 HL> George on a scooter
 HL> Tooting his hooter,
 HL> Following Ringo Starr.

Hmmm ... I'd weigh in with a few bars of "Deck the Halls with 
Poison Ivy" or "You're Arrested, Merry Gentlemen ... Your Blood 
Sample's On It's Way",  but once I've sorted fidonet and fed the 
black-and-whites...

 HL>  - Cat\kat\Small four-legged fur bearing extortionist.

...I have to waterblast the reindeer droppings off the roof, feed 
the troops and make sure the pressies are properly allocated....

But you did hear about the 3 lads who turned up suddenly and 
unexpectedly at the Pearly Gates,  just after their car failed to 
take the curve in SH1 just past the Runciman Pub ?

St Peter demanded evidence of worship and piety before granting 
admission,  and Joe whipped out a sheaf of Lotto tickets before 
telling how many charities he supported.

Tom tried hard to point to the Heineken symbol on his t-shirt as 
he slurred his admission of belonging to NZ's major religion, 
affliated as it is to the Anglican Church and the "God Defend NZ" 
anthem.

And that left the driver, Bob, still outside.  Eyes glazed, unable 
to speak, his drunken fingers clawed through his pockets for 
anything that might help.

St Peter glared at the flimsy scrap of silk proffered him as he 
bellowed ... "Panties !!!?????"

Bob nodded,  desparately trying to say something coherently.

"They're Carol'ssssshh !"

:-))

 
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