And the Angel saith Ooh. Just one more thing. This day is holy, and no more so than unto the British. And in signification of this, they shall reserve unto themselves the entire years harvest of ye Brussels Sprout (whereof no man may abide the savour, save on this holy day.) And they shall distribute this entire crop each to his own, as each may tolerate. And this shall be the preparation thereof, as befitteth the Holy Confinement of the Christchild. Thou shalt set aside the outer skin of each Brussel as to its own kind - for, lo, that is Unclean and an Abomination. And thou shalt with great Care and Reverence take up thy knife and (being careful not to overdo it) mark each with the sign of the Cross, if for no other reason than this was the Law that thou received at the knee of thy mother and of her mother and of her mother before her. So circumcised according to the covenant of the British, thou shalt boil it within a inch of dissolution. And when near cold, thou shalt consume same with much feigned relish, being careful to observe to all the privilege of the place of the elect British who know no greater joy of this festival than that of the Sprout. So spake the Seraph and forthwith took flight. And, lo, there was the sound as of a mighty trump. And they were sore dismayrd and consternated and enquired of one another diligently as to which had dealt it.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 13:29:42 +0000
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