The season being what it is, all thoughts turn to balls of holly, and the Wee Three Kings of Orion Tar. And who could forget Guy d’Stew, thy perfect knight? Let there be peas on earth. Remember, tri-star Xavier was bored on Christmas day.
I’m dreaming of a wide Christmas, Gloria’s dreams, from havin’ a dove. So let the belle’s own bobtails ring. We’ll sing a slaying song tonight, while riding in a one whore soapen sleigh. In the meadow, you can build a snowman, and pretend that he is parson brown. Or any other color, for that matter. In the immortal words of the beloved Carol:
Frosty the snowman
Had a very shiny nose
And everywhere that Frosty went
The lamb was sure to go!
There must have been some cabbage in that old top hat you found.
Christmas, they say, should be year-round. In that spirit, when Autumn leaves, leave your cart in San Francisco and wake up in the city that never sweeps. Let April impair us, in the summertime, when the lemon is easy. In the moss cow nights, though London Bridget’s falling down, you can rock the cash bar.
Gloria, in egg shells, sees mayo! We are one nation, invisible, with libertine justice for all. So, as you embark on your journey through the glorious and ever-changing world, remember this:
Skip Tumaluma, darling.
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Seems you’ve been into the eggnog…
Perhaps I’ve BEEN the eggnog…
a definite possibility
Takes me back to the first no well, when the pipes froze. Oh, joy!
Makes you wonder what them certain poor shepherds were laying in the fields.
These ARE the correct lyrics, right? Right?!
Hello! Have I ever lied to you?
Well, there was that ONE time. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten over it.
Jeez, one lousy mistake…
Ok, I won’t be so hard 😉
This is brilliantly amusing! Enjoy your holidays =)
Thanks, you too.
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Yes, it’s that time of yesr again.
Dang, I somehow missed this last year. So glad you reposted, you naughty elf, you! I’m sharing at FB and Twitter, this is brilliant.
Famous at last! Thanks. 😉
I’m having another drink so I can appreciate the finer points of this missive. Happy New Year.
Thanks. Have two; it’s going to be a tough year, from all indications.