Where Christmas Comes Alive
But wait: is this Àction? Is it all just a dream? What possessed all these biscuits to make such a scene? “The answer is simple,” says the Pud at your heel: “It’s Christmas at Fortnum’s, Where the magic is real.”
The moon’s in his cap, Piccadilly stands paused: ’Til the winter night’s peace Erupts in applause – For the March of the Hampers, The Waltz of the Teas, The Synchronised Champers, The Fleet-Footed Cheese. “Now Christmas begins!” Says a voice from on high (On inspection, the speech of a dancing Mince Pie)
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