He's already tried funny christmas jokes (What do you call an elf who sings? A wrapper!), silly christmas jokes (What's the best key to get at Christmas? A tur-key!), and even dirty christmas jokes (Why is Santa's sack so big? ‘Cause he only comes once a year.).Īll he needs is a card to go with the present he's already got finished for Louis, and after decorating what he has to admit is probably the most incredible birthday card Louis will ever receive, Harry is set on doing the same for Christmas. Harry sighs and picks up his phone again, pulling up safari and typing in funny christmas jokes for when you're in love, to which he again finds nothing. There's not much covering the surface, just his piece of paper and a pen, his camera off to the side, and what looks like a week old pair of Louis' underwear hanging off one of the corners. He's seated at the desk in the bedroom of his and Louis' flat. So it's on a Tuesday night three days before Christmas when Harry realizes that, while google may be equipped to define an ugly word he's read in a tabloid, or translate something in Spanish while they're in South America, it's not heavily loaded with Christmas jokes. Especially this year, with the end date of their contract looming near, Harry's able to refuse any and all proposed publicity stunts, and there isn't much left in the hands of management when it comes to begging. Not to mention its the one definite month a year where they're allowed to kick back with their families and take a well deserved break. There's Christmas, and holiday cheer, and Louis' birthday. December is probably one of his favorite months of the year, with its fluorescent lights that wrap around trees and shine like stars, lighting up the air with something magical. It's a Tuesday night, the skies are threatening snow, and Harry's tea has gone cold. (lyrics by jimmy buffett & ross kunkel- Music by jimmy buffett roger guth & peter mayer) Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns He hates to admit it, but christmas is more work than fun He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow Mr.It's all a lie google officially doesn't have the answer to everything. Merry christmas to all and to all a good night Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drumsĪ week in the tropics and he'll be all right Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand Just for the weekend he'd like to be peter pan He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knowsīeaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreamsĪ break from his wife, his half frozen life He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow He hates to admit it, but christmas is more work than fun He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
Music by jimmy buffett roger guth & peter mayer)
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