All set

An annual event
And the stage is set
Everything is ready
Whilst we await the Octet
Panetone's piled high
Mince pies pulled from tins
The wine has mulled
With whisky mixed in
Lashings of hot chocolate
A bubbling urn
Fairy lights in abundance
And spot lights burn
The singers arrive
Musicians take their places
Carols sung loudly
Many happy faces.