Kipling finally set up his tree and informed friends Christmas celebrations were set to begin

He insisted they bring gifts and a pre-cooked turkey

The rest of the trimmings would be appreciated too

"It's the fourth of Febbo Kippers, I'm not doing it"

"None of us are, we've moved on mate" messaging continued in the group chat

Kipling's attempts at being a contrarian didn't appear to be paying off