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Who: Anyone invited to the Greengrass holiday party.
What: A rip-roaring time.
Where: Green Knoll, near Tintagel, Cornwall.
When: Saturday, 28 December 1997. 6 PM til. . .??? (I'm putting this up a night early, if anyone wants to get their party on.)
Status: Open for OOC/IC threads!



Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving.
Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas.
No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here.
We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas
since Bing Crosby tapdanced with Danny-fuckin’-Kaye.
And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find
( the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse. )