It'll be like the Y2K bug, much ado about nothing. After all, they didn't foresee their own end.
It'll be like the Y2K bug, much ado about nothing. After all, they didn't foresee their own end.
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend kris kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.