Happy Christmas and THE best New Year (aka, Dear Nola)

[Mr lex]

I just wanted to wish everyone on CAG a very happy Christmas and a better New Year.

 

I wish you all the best

 

Lex

 

Now for the funny bit

 

 

Dear Nola - aka, what would happen if some actually gave the gifts in the Twelve Days of Christmas ...

 

Day 1

 

Dear Nola,

Thank you very much for your lovely present of a partridge in a pear tree. We are getting the hang of feeding the partridge now, although it was difficult at first to win its confidence. It bit the Mother rather badly on the hand, but they're good friends now, and we're keeping the pear tree indoors in a bucket. Thank you again.

Yours affectionately,

Bognot O'Launacy.

 

Day 2

 

Dear Nola,

I cannot tell you how surprised we were to hear from you again so soon again, and to receive your lovely present of two turtle doves. You really are too kind. At first, the partridge was very jealous and suspicious of the doves, and they had a terrible row on the night the doves arrived. We had to send for the vet. But the birds are OK again, and the stitches are due to come out in a week or two. The vet's bill was £80, but the Mother is over her annoyance now, and the doves and the partridge are watching the telly from the pear tree as I write.

Yours ever,

Bognot

 

Day 3

 

Dear Nola,

We must be foremost in your thoughts. I had only posted my letter when the three French hens arrived. There was another sort out between the hens and the doves, who have sided with the partridge, and the vet had to be sent for again. The Mother was raging, for the bill was £160 this time, but she has almost cooled down. However, the fact that the birds droppings keep falling down on our hair while she's watching the telly doesn't help matters.

Thanking you for your kindness, I remain,

Your Bognot

 

Day 4

 

Dear Nola,

You mustn't have received my last letter when you were sending us the four calling birds. There was pandemonium in the pear tree again last night, and the vet's bill was £320. The Mother is on sedation as I write. I know you meant no harm, and remain your close friend.

Bognot.

 

Day 5

 

Nola,

Your generosity knows no bounds. Five gold rings! When the parcel arrived, I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because the smell in the living room is atrocious. However, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the beautiful rings.

Your affectionate friend,

Bognot

 

Day 6

 

Nola,

What are you trying to do to us? It isn't that we don't appreciate your generosity, but the six geese have not alone nearly murdered the calling birds, but they laid their eggs on top of the vet's head from the pear tree, and his bill was £680 in cash! My Mother is munching 60 grains of Valium a day and talking to herself in a most alarming way. You must keep your feelings for me in check.

Bognot

 

Day 7

 

Nola,

We are not amused by your little joke. Seven swans a-swimming is a most romantic idea, but not in the bath of a private house. We cannot use the bathroom now because they have gone completely savage, and rush the door every time we try to enter. If things go on this way, the Mother and I will smell as bad as the living room carpet. Please lay off! It is not fair.

Bognot.

 

Day 8

 

Nola,

Who the hell do you think gave you the right to send eight hefty maids a-milking here to eat us out of house and home? Their cattle are all over the front lawn, and have trampled the hell out of the Mother's rose beds. The swans invaded the living room in a sneak attack, and the ensuing battle between them and the calling birds, turtle doves, French hens and partridge made the Battle of the Somme seem like Wonderly Wagon. The Mother is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the sixty grains of Valium. I'm very annoyed with you.

Bognot

 

Day 9

 

Listen you loser! There's enough pandemonium in the place night and day, without nine drummers drumming, while the eight flaming' maids a-milking are eating my poor alcoholic mother out of her own kitchen and gobbling everything in sight. I'm warning you, you're making an enemy of me.

Bognot

 

Day 10

 

Listen manure face! I hope you'll be haunted by the strains of the ten pipers piping, which were sent to torment us last night. They were aided in the evil work by those maniac drummers, and it wasn't a pleasant sight to look out the window and see eight hefty maids a-milking, all going round to the punk-rock uproar. My Mother has just finished her third bottle of whiskey on top of 124 grains of Valium. You'll get yours!

Bognot O'Launacy

 

Day 11

 

You have scandalized my mother, you dirty Jezebel. It was bad enough to have eight maids a-milking dancing to punk music on the front lawn, but they've now been joined by your friends, the eleven lords a-leaping, and the antics of the whole lot of them would leave the most decadent days of the Roman Empire looking like Outlook! I'll get you yet, you old bag!

 

Day 12

 

Listen slurry-head! You have ruined our lives! The twelve maidens dancing turned up last night, and beat the living daylights out of the eight maids a-milking, 'cos they found them carrying on with the eleven lords a-leaping. Meanwhile, the swans got out of the living room where they've been hiding since the big battle and savaged the hell out of the lords and all the maids. There were eight ambulances here last night, and the local civil defense as well. The Mother is in a home for the bewildered, and I'm sitting here up to my neck in birds' droppings, empty whiskey and Valium bottles, birds' blood and feathers, while the cows eat the leaves from the pear tree. I'm a broken man I tell you!

 

Bognot O'Launacy.

 

Or, better still hear it here :-

[clemma]

:lol:

 

Love it!

 

Merry Christmas everybody

[**Tilly**]

brill

 

Merry christmas Lex and to all of cag

 

 

[fedup74]

:lol: so funny. Merry Christmas to everybody and let's hope for a healthy, WEALTHY 2009:D

[blue4ever]

:lol:really funny Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all:lol:

[Brassed off]

Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone on CAG

 

Sinnit before Lex

[Bookworm]

 

 

SIGNED:

[clemma]

There was a version of this read out on Radio Newcastle last night. Was nowhere near as good though!

 

Oh yeah - and Bah Humbug....I have to work Christmas Day :mad:

[Mr lex]

Oh yeah - and Bah Humbug....I have to work Christmas Day :evil:

 

 

Me too Clemma, very bah humbug