Four old  skel-etonians sat by the fireside,
playing truth and consequence and
every one of them has lied.

Yule logs waiting patiently to
crackle and to burn and each old
skel-etonian  was taking it in turn
to turn in more lies.

So I'm not playing party games this year
the fireside is full, I
think I'll pull a Christmas ******* and
just hope that she's not dull.