Deck out the pergola with lots of Hashers, Tra la la la la, la la la la.  Yes, on our last run before Christmas Day (& Soak’s Birthday), it was back to the home of Pete The Pom with the trailer sitting below a brand spanking new roller door on the carport.  Only thing is, they installed the wrong one so Pete’s singing ‘All I want for Christmas is the right roller door’.  Ok, enough of the tunes, here’s the run down of the night.  It was good to see Condom pop his head out to say ‘Hello’ & to meet virgin Matt amongst the 29 of us & after the merry bunch signed on, on out was called.  The runners headed out left & up Beulah Rd. Whiskers headed home after about 3 blocks & was the first runner back.  The others continued thru Kensington Gardens , over Magill Rd into St. Morris.  They then went up Green St which was f*uckin long according to Elf, I wonder if his freshly dyed gingernut hair affected his judgement.  There was then a chance to buy a pressie or 2 as they passed the K-Mart at Firle.  Trail then took them down a creek, past a Payneham cemetery & then crossed Portrush Rd into Evandale but it was around here that they lost trail.  Could it have been the Arabs that they saw on the run playing silly buggers, rubbing out trail to lull our pack into a false sense of security?  Trail then passed the Maylands pub, a chance to wet the whistle, before crossing back over Portrush Rd back to home.  While Uncle Festa flew the coop to Thailand , he left a piece of Hash Memorabilia behind, as a few spotted Dr Dicwod carrying the anchor on the walk.  The pack divided as most headed to the Kensington for a Christmas drink or 2, while Beastiality, Fingerb*um & Troy got as far as the Rising Sun to do the same thing.  Moped, Mr Magoo, Muck & Anyfink walked around the block, Mr Magoo eyeing off hard refuse as they passed a computer, printer & lounge along the way & told them his stories of turning trash into treasure.  What’s the bet he made a couple of stops on the way home to chuck them in the back of the van.  After the run, the Christmas cheer continued as Roocha dacked Elf while he was changing his t-shirt & Bigus D*ickus, resting on the esky, was kicked off by Roocha who copped a sweaty cuddle from him as he reluctantly got up, while the pavers squeaked underneath C*ocknee again.  Later, the RA donned his gown as a breeze blew in, at first we thought he might be feeling it, until we heard the call ‘Fill your glasses & form a circle’.  It was his night as he received charge after charge to be staggering by the end of it all.  When it came to the song, we were in fits of laughter as we all were given a verse to sing & Coady ripped Roocha’s verse out of her hand & took off with it, Roocha chased her around the backyard & then chomp, chomp, chomp, Coady ate the piece of paper with the verse on it.  Good luck finding it Roocha.  Merry Christmas all….

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