My wife asked me to get out of the house because I can’t stop singing Christmas songs.
I said, “But Baby, it’s cold outside.”
At this time of year, there's nothing I love more than sitting in front of a warm fire, mulled wine in hand, and singing Christmas songs until I slowly fall asleep.
And that's why I'm no longer a fireman.
Around this time of the year, I start carrying around a stone with me to throw at people who are singing Christmas songs already.
It’s my jingle bell rock.
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