Christmas every day....

'Pooh?'
'Hmm?'
'Is that a carol you're humming?'
'Of course.'
'But it's nearly Feb--'
'What it is, Piglet, nearly or nearlyless, is neither here nor there. Remember the saying: "Christmas is not just for Christmas, it's a dog's life".'
'I think it's, "a dog is for--"'
'Shepherds still have to wash their socks by night.'
'But that's just a timetabling issue, it doesn't--''
'And the snowfalls in the lane, Piglet, they don't say to each other, ok, lads, I've had it with this glistening, football's on, let's leg it.'
'Pooh, I'm not sure that snow has--'
'And you don't get the air, the on high, telling the bells to shove off and take their ding-dongs elsewhere.'
'But it's been weeks since--'
'And everyone bangs on about the first Nowell. Oh yes, very grand . . . angels' pet . . . right, then, people . . . first Nowell at the ready . . . let's off-road . . . pick on certain poor shepherds in fields where they lie--post sock-solutions--but what about all the other Nowells? Where are their angels? Where are their certain poor shepherds?'
'Otherwise occupied? Sock malfunction?'
'No, if we don't keep humming about them, those Nowells, see, they'll get disillusioned, they'll feel marginalised.'
'Pooh, I'm sure that's very noble--'
'Turn all anti-social, see, Piglet? Leave chewing-gum underneath café tables. Knock dustbins over by places of commerce.'
'Pooh, how can a word knock--?'
'Roar off to Brighton on scooters. Next thing you know, Laurel and Order break down.'
'Pooh!'
'Total anchovy. Now . . . any requests?'
'I quite like The Little Strimmer Boy. Or that German one--'
'Ah, yes, Still the Nacht, Hijack the Nacht. Right, then, after three…'