sick burn Johnny. Do Risky/nunn next!
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Last night I asked someone where their partner was at the yule party and she started crying and told me her fiance recently dumped her. Goooood job me.
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Sort of rings a vague bell - I think I might have known it existed at some point, but no, I wouldn’t say it’s a thing here. Christmas traditions are remarkably resilient in the face of the fact that it’s pushing 100 degrees outside. Santa is pulled through a wondrous winter landscape by reindeer, and most people still eat a hearty meal of turkey, ham and Christmas pudding (though with my family it’s always been cold seafood - prawns, lobster etc - and that’s fairly common as well).
Once again I’ve never heard of a Johnny song.
We’re having turkey today but only because they were pretty much giving it away at the supermarket. Growing up we had leg of ham, roast chicken and salads (all cold) and a creamy potato bake (hot). Have also done the roast meal or seafood option. A lot of it depended on location.
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I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, le le le le le le le
Lie la…
To all in the world 
Today and everyday 
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