"Good bless us, everyone.." Started
Tiny Tim Jack Monroe, "..except.." she continued, "..those Cratchits, don't know their born, they ain't not never had to live wivout lart bulbs like wot I 'ave, they ain't proper werkin' class like wot I is Ebeneezer, doncha listen to em Scrooge me auld son. All that asking for 'Anover log on the fire?' Nah mate.. just sign up to me patreon Guv'Nor and I'll send em a big old pile of logs every month"...
For my Slopbot gift I have received the Silver spoon that Jack reckons everyone but her got...
HoHo Bloody Ho.