you know nothing of poetry!

wait. wait hold the fuck up. the ghosts have a moment together - realising that christmas may not be the best at times, but at least family is present. we hear pat missing his wife and son and nephew. we hear kitty talking about her sister. we hear julian (of all people) realising he missed the opportunity to see his daughter grow. they all miss their families. AND THEN alison, whose biological family is implied to be nonexistent (since she was the one to inherit the house) or distant at best, starts singing by herself. all she wanted to do was sing a carol, which she made obvious my putting it on mike's whiteboard. but when mike's family find carols "mournful" and "boring", a different family joins in. the ghosts join in with alison. and its possibly the most powerful thing the ghosts have done for alison. it's mostly been alison doing stuff for the ghosts as she's alive, but for them to have discussed missing family AND THEN go and give something back to alison is just. god. so so beautiful.

Good morning to defensive closet cases with soft hearts and backwards medals, poor women who were burnt at the stake, burnt by life, but would never burn their friends, headless Tudors with good heads on their shoulders, cavemen who could drag their knuckles, but choose to drag everyone else, Georgian nobility who could choose to be bitter, but instead choose sisters from other misters, Tory MPs who were caught figuratively and literally with their trousers down, Scoutmasters who didn't let the arrow pierce their heart, Edwardian matriarchs who are only thorny because they're horny and Regency dandies who poetically use the word "wazzock".