Part of the Continuing Adventures of Boris of the Britons and his evil sidekick Darth Cummings

Boris: BHAaaaaa! It, it, it, it’s all going so incredibly well. As planned I am universally loved and admired. Ecce homo, I, Boris Britannicus, King Boris, Boris the Great…
Darth: …fffff…sssss…There is a great disturbance in the force.
Boris: What, you mean people have spotted that we’ve had to introduce a special NHS worker’s visa to bring in extra foreign workers to replace the foreign workers from Europe who don’t want to come here any more, thus completely negating one of the principle reasons that people voted for Brexit in the first place, and as was pointed out by numerous Project Fear merchants throughout the referendum campaign?
Darth: …fffff…sssss…No.
Boris: Don’t tell me people are getting upset by our plans to restrict access to Judicial Review so that the courts work properly and do what we tell them to?
Darth: …fffff…sssss…No.
Boris: Surely people aren’t getting all in a tizz about voter id at polling booths. I thought asking voters to produce their Conservative Party membership card was perfectly fair and reasonable?
Darth: …fffff…sssss…No
Boris: Banning rail strikes?
Darth: …fffff…sssss…
Boris: People care even less about environmental protection, workers rights and food standards.
Darth: …fffff…sssss…
Boris: Or the ability of parliament to supervise our trading relationships with the European Union.
Darth: …fffff…sssss…
Boris: Well, what else amongst our numerous triumphs could it possibly be? You don’t mean, cuddly, affable, shaggable Boris’ special message of Christmas cheer for unaccompanied child migrants? Anyone would think using weak and extremely vulnerable children as bargaining chips, removing their right to join their families in Britain, leaving them alone, frightened and desperate, was some sort of cold, heartless, typically cynical Tory policy that was fortunately being ignored by most of the mainstream press because nobody gives a damn.
Darth: …fffff…sssss…Oh, please. That’s expected of you.
Boris: I’m at a loss to think of anything else.
Darth: …fffff…sssss…We no longer have enough seasonal workers from the EU to wrap pigs in blankets for Tim Martin’s pubs.
Boris: Nooooooooooooo!

The True Meaning of Christmas is Jesus in the manger, not all that rubbish about family and presents and dinner.

Isn’t Christianity just brilliant for giving us Christmas.