"...boughs of holly! Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"
The man's screeching voice echoed in the Market Square. Several passing customers covered their ears - in vain - but the man took no notice. He continued.
"'Tis the season to be jolly!"
Other passing pedestrians glared at the singing beggar while the younger stopped pointed, and laughed. Or even wailed. The beggar, once again, took no notice.
"Fa-la-la-la-la! La-la-la-la!"
A tall woman passed by, stopped, hearing the horrible singing and walked up to the singing beggar. She stepped in front of him and raised a delicate eyebrow.
"I'm sure we would appreciate it if you would stop singing."
The man took no notice. By now, many pedestrians had stopped to watch amidst the screeching singing.
With no reply, the woman dug in her purse and pulled out a crisp bill. She covered the beggar's mouth and said, slowly:
"Sir, I'm paying for you to stop singing.
The square erupted into applause.
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