Caritas, Monday

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So when Jake went in to open Caritas, he found that the bar's regular lighting had been replaced by Christmas lights. Okay. That was... whimsical, but dealable.

The zombies deciding that was their cue to play nothing but Christmas carols, though?

Jake's head thumped against the bar as they started up on their sixth rendition of "Good King Wenceslaaaargh."

It was gonna be a long night.

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Stage!

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Hark, what's that noise, out by the porch door?
Dear Granny, there's mummers, there's twenty or more.
Her old weathered face lightens up with a grin.
"Any mummers, nice mummers 'lowed in?"

Ah, come in lovely mummers, don't bother the snow,
We'll wipe up the water sure after you go.
And sit if yu can upon some mummers knee,
We'll see if we knows who ya be.

Bar!

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Ah, there's big ones and small ones, tall ones and thin,
There's boys dressed as women and girls dressed as men.
With humps on their backs and mitts on their feet,
My blessed we'll die with the heat.

Ah, but that one's a stranger, if ever was one,
With his underwear stuffed and his trapdoor undone.
Is he wearing his mother's big fourty-two bra?
I knows but I'm not gonna say.

Lounge!

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Oh, I suppose you fine mummers would turn down a drop,
Of home brew or alky, whatever you got.
Sure the one with his rubber boots on the wrong feet,
needs enough for to do him all week.

"Well I suppose you can dance?" Yah, they all nod their heads.
They've been tapping their feet ever since they came in.
And now that the drinks have been all passed around,
Sure the mummers are plankin' 'er down.

Back Room!

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Ah, be careful the lamp, now hold on to the stove.
Don't you swing Granny hard, 'cause you know that she's old.
And never you mind how you buckles the floor,
'Cause the mummers have danced here before.

Oh my God, how hot is it? We'll never know.
Allow that we'll all get the devil's own cold.
Good night and good Christmas, mummers me dear,
Please God, we will see you next year.

OOC!

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Okay, so it's not technically a drinking song, but it mentions alchol, so whatever.

The usual mod Tino till I get home from work. Next year I'm supposed to get Mondays off again... see how long that lasts.