They rejoice their Coca-Cola Christmas bringing home a tree to their cave and sliding across the ice. They even
borrow a bright winter night crescent moon to open their bottle of Coke. I for my part love the only where the penguins are having their holiday party, consuming Coke for sure, and boogieing the night away to "Little St. Nick" when the little polar bear cub comes sliding down the hill into the middle of their party. Of course, the newborn penguin offers him a Coke and the friendship between them all begins as we see them start to dance the night away. That is the meaning of the vacations in any case
isn't it, coming together in Peace and Joy?When I hear a jingle on TV that catches my ear, it plays through my head throughout the day and infrequently even longer.