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• . . . so once more . . . our readers . . . this

special time of the year when families the world over . . . not just Christmas pudding mixture, but Vitaminised Flashmix with the God-rest-ye- merry-gentlemen ingredients . . honto sapiens poised on the brink of . . . orbital flight . . . what would our forefathers . . . and for your family, tasteworthy Rutland Turkeyette with Grimson's Monster Prefabricated Sussex Pie . in man's frail hands the agonising choice: shall he . . . that famous story of old no less true for being venerable . . . perhaps the self- same star that led . . . survivor of the seven-car pile-up said. 'I think we may have been cele- brating' . . . only ninety-seven killed up to Christmas Eve . . . Minister of Transport . . . `Keep up the good work' . . . from town and hamlet pealing out . . . remember so many years ago in the East . . . Christmas guests must notice the smallest room . . . Diegerm . . . even door-handles . . . thus, in our hearts to all Mankind whatever colour or creed . . . 'Daddy, when I'm a big girl can I have a glass of McGillibawn's Brown Ale at the party, too?' . . . remembering those less fortunate . . . pen- sioners . . far-off lands . . . Congo . super

Christmas Spendspree £100000000000 up ...

cars . . . angry scenes . . . Brighton to thar- ing Cross . . . immortal character . . . Tiny Tim . . . 'God bless us every . . .' at a rally near Leningrad . . . missiles . . . Britain first . . . only three needed . . . peace-loving bloc . . . annihilate wolves . . . and the children, as, long ago in a small dependency of the once mighty Roman Empire, one also . . . as far as we know no real danger . . . radio-iodine . . . 10 per cent. or 100 per cent. . . strontium in the spring . . . and your dog must have his share of the good things . . . party pack the doggies dote on . . . not too much to hope that

as we . . return to that faith . . . Archbishop so rightly . . . it's not the thought behind it, but the filter on the tip, says Santa . . . wherever you may be, a very, very happy . . .