One beautiful December evening Huan Cho and his girlfriend Jung Lee were sitting by the side of the ocean.
It was a romantic full moon, when Huan Cho said "Hey baby, let's play Weeweechu."
"Oh no, not now, lets look at the moon" said Jung Lee.
"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I play Weeweechu. I love you and its the perfect time," Huan Cho begged.
"But I rather just hold your hand and watch the moon."
"Please Jung Lee, just once play Weeweechu with me."
Huan Cho grabbed his guitar and sang.....
"Weeweechu a merry Christmas,
"Weeweechu a merry Christmas,
"Weeweechu a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year."
Now. What were you thinking?
(Such dirty minds y'all have)
A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year; He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here. Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before, And the laughter of his children is a joy
worth toiling for. He is less a selfish creature than at any other time; When the Christmas spirit rules him, he comes close to the sublime.
Edgar Guest
England has only known seven white Christmases in the entire twentieth century. According to the records of the Meteorological Office in London, snow fell on Christmas Day only in 1938 and 1976. (The definition of a white Christmas in England is when one snowflake falls on the roof of the London Weather Centre.)
