Juliet: I’ll get it. Oh, hi.

Peter: Who is it?

Mark: SAY IT’S CAROL SINGERS

Juliet: It’s carol singers.

Peter: Give them a quid and tell them to bugger off.

(song) Silent night / Holy night / All is calm / All is bright / Round yon virgin / Mother and child / Holy infant / So tender and mild / Sleep in heavenly peace / Sleep in heavenly peace / Silent night / Holy night / Shepherds quake / At the sight…

Mark’s cards:

WITH ANY LUCK, BY NEXT YEAR

I’LL BE GOING OUT WITH ONE OF THESE GIRLS…

BUT FOR NOW, LET ME SAY,

WITHOUT HOPE OR AGENDA,

JUST BECAUSE IT’S CHRISTMAS –

(AND AT CHRISTMAS YOU TELL THE TRUTH)

TO ME, YOU ARE PERFECT

AND MY WASTED HEART WILL LOVE YOU

UNTIL YOU LOOK LIKE THIS…

Juliet: Merry Christmas.

(song) Glories stream / From heaven afar / Heavenly hosts sing alleluia / Christ the saviour is born / Christ the saviour is born!

Mark: Enough. Enough now.