Good evening, listeners.
Tonight the hooded figures are restless. They always get restless around Christmastime, since the tall thin one wears robes of red and green, and most of the others seem allergic to the strange colour that red and green lights make. Also, they get fragile when the temperature gets close to freezing. And as we all know, that happens one night a year – Christmas eve!
Christmas. Is there any finer season? Oh, how I love this holiday. The eggnog, the Christmas tree parade, decorating the veteran trees that survive the parade, and the mistletoe. This will be the best Christmas of my life, since I'm reunited with my CARLOS. Sigh. I missed him so much! But that's my personal life. I'm on the radio now. Ahem.
Radio… oh yes, listeners, the poll for favourite Christmas carol is done now. The third place went to Good King Wenceslas, the second was Go Tell it on the Mountain (now that mountains are allowed to exist), and the first was … get the office pool bets ready … O Canada! Yes, that seasonal favourite always stirs me.
Christmas is a Canadian holiday, as the North pole is located in Canada. That's a small nation somewhere to the north of the United States desert and some other rumoured areas, and occupies the location between us and Russia, where our twin city of Oligorsk is.
Speaking of Oligorsk, a submarine has just made a direct trip from there yesterday. They tried to dock at the waterfront, but as there is no water at the waterfront could not surface. They're trying again today. I hope they can come up this time. All those wonderful stories and trade goods. Although, they'd better not try smuggling any more wheat or wheat by-products – the jail in the hidden mineshaft outside of town is nearly full.
I'm going to take you to the weather now …