...like to dance?
(I'm sniggering like a 12-year-old at this one, because it remind me of a different, rather ruder Christmas joke, but I'll try to keep that one to myself.)
This year, everyone is talking about the weird weather: it's been the coolest and least-sunny summer ever, and the warmest, mildest winter in over a hundred years, the upshot of which is that none of us feel as though it is really Christmas, and all the plants are flowering at the wrong times.
A friend of mine went to plant out her tulips last week - yes, rather late - and found this:
Your eyes do not deceive you, it is indeed flowering, in the bag. Not even planted yet, but already flowering!!
(In case you are wondering, the correct procedure in these cases is to get them planted asap, carefully so as not to snap the flowering stem, then give them a good drenching of water with liquid feed in it, in order to help the bulb stock up on energy for next year.) (And at least you know for certain what colour it is!!)
So, where do snowmen like to dance?