A Dickensian cento for Christmas Day 2024

The year came round to Christmas-time. Last Christmas reared clean out of its crazy frame in the Christmas pantomimes. "What do you do here on Christmas Eve?" said the goblin sternly. She drank eleven cups of tea. "And where the deuce ha' you been?" Mental green-peas were produced. And as to the revellings, stick a bit o' Christmas in 'em! Give three cheers at the breakfast-table on Christmas morning with exactly the same words. Devouring a Christmas pie, I meant to have given you five shillings this morning for a Christmas box. A Christmas box! My song I troll out, for Christmas Stout. I'll give you one after the Christmas holidays. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 25 December 2024, a Dickensian cento)