As the 'guide' and perpetrator of this offering I intended to allow the picture to tell the whole story, however, Pickle thought the poem in the pic. might not be readable so I have reproduced it here.
BAH! HUMBUG!
How was your Christmas? Mine was like this.
Too much eating, too much drinking,
Too much laying around doing nothing but
Too much eating, too much drinking,
Too much laying around -
A bottle of a Scottish malt
Stuffing mince pies to a fault
The feeling that I'm going to halt
Before the year is over.
"Nellie Dean" and "Old mill stream,
Down by the" I was wont to scream.
The hope that maybe it's a dream
While sleeping in the clover.
I'm glad I'm still the way I was,
And not a Christian because
My conscience then lets me enjoy,
Too much eating, too much drinking,
Too much laying around
Doing nothing but....
Too much....?