It’s the Hideous Jabbering Head of Izaak Walton’s Olde Timey Holidaye Songe Revue! He’s just like Bing Crosby only twice as drunk and mean!

Oh the gallant Fishers life,
It is the best of any,
’Tis full of pleasure, void of strife,
And ’tis belov’d of many:
Other joyes
are but toyes,
and I hope I get the one with Kunge Fu Grippe!
Something from Brother Glista’s holiday fly candy stash:

Here’s one we like to enjoy at the same time every year, just like Rudolph.
Booker T. & The MGs. That’s analog, kiddies. Still the best medium for the Sex Pistols, but it lends a nice traditional warmth here I think.
Ze Great Wakkorotti:
Now go make merrye!