O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
You give us so much Winchester.
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar,
Field and fountain,
Moor and mountain,
Following yonder Gibbs.
Joy to the world,
The Sam is come.
::Falls over laughing hysterically at last song lyric:: I swear by Jayne's muscular buttocks, all I did was type in Sam. The rest was
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