They’re Coming…

Here at Beano HQ, we love Christmas as much as anyone - but we were very surprised to find this note left on our front doorstep this morning. What could it all mean?

'Twas the night before Chickmas

'Twas the night before Chickmas, and all through the coop,not a chicken was sleeping, they were all cock-a-hoop.The stockings were hung by the chimney and then,Father Chickmas assembled a flock of fine hens.“We’re going to Beano!” she squawked; “At the double”“I’ve heard that their Christmas-time might be in trouble”“Their tinsel is tatty, their tree’s got no sparkle,We’ll bring them more bling than our mate Meghan Markle”And with that, the chickens set off on their quest,With a plan to make Christmas at Beano the best,So if it’s carols at Christmas you’re wanting, ditch Dickens,This season it’s all about … rubber chickens!Cluck!