Christmas time is here, by golly, Disapproval would be folly. Deck the halls with hunks of holly, Fill the cup and don't say when.
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens, Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens. Even though the prospect sickens, Brother, here we go again.
On Christmas Day you can't get sore, Your fellow man you must adore. There's time to rob him all the more The other three hundred and sixty-four.
Relations, sparing no expense, 'll Send some useless old utensil, Or a matching pen and pencil. ("Just the thing I need, how nice!")
It doesn't matter how sincere it is, Nor how heart felt the spirit, Sentiment will not endear it, What's important is the price.
Hark, the Herald Tribune sings, Advertising wondrous things. God rest ye merry merchants, May ye make the Yuletide pay. Angels we have heard on high, Tell us to go out and buy!
So, let the raucous sleigh bells jingle, Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle, Driving his reindeer across the sky. Don't stand underneath when they fly by.
People can not Guanzhuziji life, nor can block the dates of death, so that my human live forever. Since the lives to come to such a capricious, we should make good care of it, use it to enrich it, so that the capricious, and precious lives, distributing its sublime glory, reflecting the real value of life. 讓網路行銷SEO團隊告訴您~以下各種網路行銷資訊 網路行銷 關鍵字 關鍵字廣告 關鍵字行銷 seo 網路排名 網站優化 自然搜尋
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free market santa.
And a Merry Christmas to you, Neil Shakespeare!
There's a better deal in Target...
Merry Christmas, Neil!
neal...
Just wanted to wish you a Joyous Holiday Season.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
God Bless.
Sorry Neil...
A mind is a terrible thing to waste and it looks like I wasted mine.
Sometimes my mind will spell something that sounds the same the wrong way, such as neal.
God Bless.
a christmas carol - tom lehrer
Christmas time is here, by golly,
Disapproval would be folly.
Deck the halls with hunks of holly,
Fill the cup and don't say when.
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens.
Even though the prospect sickens,
Brother, here we go again.
On Christmas Day you can't get sore,
Your fellow man you must adore.
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four.
Relations, sparing no expense, 'll
Send some useless old utensil,
Or a matching pen and pencil.
("Just the thing I need, how nice!")
It doesn't matter how sincere it is,
Nor how heart felt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
What's important is the price.
Hark, the Herald Tribune sings,
Advertising wondrous things.
God rest ye merry merchants,
May ye make the Yuletide pay.
Angels we have heard on high,
Tell us to go out and buy!
So, let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.
Yikes, that must be the old Santa, what with Inflation and all!
Cheers and Thanks for the humour! ; )
Merry merry...Have a good holidays....and happy new year...namaste
Supply Side Jesus says: "Shop til you drop!"
"How Still We See Thee Lie" could be sung to most politicians.
Tom Lehrer lyrics -- those are great!
Happy Shopping, Neil Shakespeare!
Hope you've had the Crispest of Holidays Sir Neil!
(and didn't have to return much either! lol!)
HNY!!!
Ain't it just like the "free trader" Santa Claus.
People can not Guanzhuziji life, nor can block the dates of death, so that my human live forever. Since the lives to come to such a capricious, we should make good care of it, use it to enrich it, so that the capricious, and precious lives, distributing its sublime glory, reflecting the real value of life.
讓網路行銷SEO團隊告訴您~以下各種網路行銷資訊
網路行銷
關鍵字
關鍵字廣告
關鍵字行銷
seo
網路排名
網站優化
自然搜尋
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