(bright music) - I don't see why we must repeat this nonsense year on year.
- Because it's Christmas Day tomorrow.
(bright music continues) I just hope our Christmas party guests are hungry.
- As for you.
- Hmm?
- If you think you're spending the evening eating, drinking, and carousing, you've got another thing coming.
(bell jingles) - Oh no.
- Who wants to see Father Christmas?
- Me!
- Merry Christmas!
- Come on, then.
- Ho, ho, ho.
- Hello!
- Father Christmas just needs to oil his pipes.
- Helen?
- Don't you dare, Siegfried Farnon, not for one minute, not for one second are you thinking about asking me.
- I was just going to say how radiant you were looking.
(bright music continues) - Merry bloody Christmas.
- [Group] Merry bloody Christmas!
- I admit it.
I like the singing, the eating, the joy of Christmas.
(dog snorts)
- I shall never forget your kindness.
- Merry Christmas, everyone!
- [All] Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!
- To you.
- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas, young'uns!
Helen?
- James, what are you doing here?
- [James] Helen!
(gentle music) I love you so much.
- I love you, too.
- It's a family tradition.
My dad always quotes a verse of Robbie Burns.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and ne'er brought to mind.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet for auld lang syne.
- Merry Christmas.
(group chattering) Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas!
(glasses clinking) - Cheers.
- Cheers.
(gentle music)
