Merry Christmas sir, I’m your paperboy
I bring you daily tidings of peace and joy
I know that at 6am that no one knocks
But how else would I get my Christmas box
My Grandmother once had a card delivered with her paper in the run up to Christmas which offered 'Seasons Greeting from Your Moaning Paperboy'. And he had to keep on moaning, as she couldn't grasp the concept of tipping a paperboy.