"And as Mary nelt there, worshopping Him, they were visited by three Wise men, the Magi, each more terrifying then the last, just as Marley's ghost had predicted.'
If D'artagnan weren't busy trying trying to hide under my scarf he would say Merry Christmas to(you can faintly see his mohawk in profile)
(he's the one that gave me a black eye this morning
and....Doctor. She's dirty.
They are attacking peas and frozen grapes for a treat