I'm having the turkey.
But they all think
you're a vegetarian.
I know but I've decided there's no
way I'm doing Christmas without my
Michael's turkey. No way, blase.
So, I'm just gonna plate myself up,
sit down and tuck in.
And I'm having stuffing,
pigs in blankets, the lot.
And when the inevitable questions
come, which they will, Michael,
I shall simply say, I'm sorry,
it's Christmas,
please let me eat my dinner in peace
the way Jesus would have
wanted me to, on his birthday.
Nessa as Santa
O. O. O. Merry Christmas.
Did you send me a letter? Yes.
That's right, I remember.
What was it you asked me for again?
An Xbox. That's right, I remember.
Now you're Sue's boy, is that right?
And Tony's your step? Yes.
Nasty business, all that.
Your dad's due for parole?
Will he be out for Christmas? No.
No. Probably for the best.
Given the amount of people
that eventually came forward.