The sitcom spooks, back for a one-off special, share their most cherished yuletide memories … before they, you know, died
Backs then, the merriments be led by the “Lorde of Misrule”, dressed all a colour with bells on his legs and flopclothes atween his fingers. Course, it just be the drunkenest fool of the village, but he’d lives like a king all Candlemass through. Must seems aculiar now, to puts a bumbling fool acharge. But I guess the lands hath come a long way.