A clatter on the rooftop may not bring glad tidings to the ones on Santa’s naughty list. This yuletide potboiler puts the sour in sugar plum candy and the bitter in hot buttered rum.
One of the characters' name sounds like an old Commodores hit from the '70s: "You're too Trot to Sot, now, baby..."
“What you're doin' to me, Trotter
Is knockin' me down
I can see you right now
That you're the worst thing around…”
One of the characters' name sounds like an old Commodores hit from the '70s: "You're too Trot to Sot, now, baby..."
“What you're doin' to me, Trotter
Is knockin' me down
I can see you right now
That you're the worst thing around…”