(Anna humming) (festive music) - What's all this?

Oh, you're writing your great novel?

- Not sure I've got one of those in me.

It's for the Darrowby Nativity play.

- Oh, Jim, if you're in need of the back end of a donkey, my brother's always available.

- Helen's supposed to be organizing it, but she's full of the cold.

- I hope she's feeling better for Christmas day.

- But she's under strict instructions to stay in bed.

I don't want her worrying.

I told her I can manage.

- That's my costume, and I play an angel who comes down from Hebden.

(Tristan laughs) - From heaven, Jimmy.

You haven't come from just down the road.

- Mrs Hall, there's a highly inventive recipe here for a "murkey".

Doesn't look half bad.

- [Jimmy] What's a murkey?

- It's a mock turkey.

It's stuffing, which I know you like, wrapped in bacon, and then we all pretend it's a roast.

- Are those parsnips for legs?

- National shortage of the real bird, you see.

- I've still got a couple of leads.

I've not given up on finding one yet.

- No, I think we must face facts.

Anything with wings is long since sold.

- I have wings.

- And I can't wait to see them in action, Jimmy.

Yes, the Magi weren't there at the birth, of course.

And they weren't kings.

- Thank you.

That's very helpful.

- And there's no mention in the Bible of animals in the stable.

Well, I say stable.

It's more like a family guest room.

It's all down to a mistranslation of the Greek.

- Do you not like Christmas, Uncle Siegfried?

- Are you kidding?

This is him loving Christmas.

- Quite right.

And if you don't behave, I'll tell you how they celebrate in Austria.

Krampus!

(Siegfried snarls) (Jimmy gasps) (both giggling) I'm due at Stokes' Farm.

See you for lunch.

- I mean, parsnips... For legs.

(gentle music)