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.
13 comments:
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.
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