The office was a hive of activity this morning, lights flashing and tinsel flying as it was feverishly decorated.
Someone had finally pointed out that it was Christmas next week. Festivities were in order. As was singing.
If only they weren't all singing different songs. Santa Claus is coming to rest ye merry gentlemen and jingle all the way frankly sounded a bit dirty.
Someone had finally pointed out that it was Christmas next week. Festivities were in order. As was singing.
If only they weren't all singing different songs. Santa Claus is coming to rest ye merry gentlemen and jingle all the way frankly sounded a bit dirty.