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Post by hartlikeawheel on Nov 30, 2006 1:09:54 GMT -5
Doodled this last year:
"Chipmunks roasting on an open fire Their sweet smell tickling your nose You'll be thinking 'bout what you'll acquire Your house messed up by tape and bows.
Everybody knows some turkey on your spouse's side Will boast 'til patiences are tried Kids breaking toys, sneaking sips of the booze You sure could use a well-earned snooze.
We hope that Santa's on his way But heard he drank a little earlier today And every mother in the room is going to cry When she sees just what the reindeer dropped by.
And so I have just this one simple hope (I'll feel the same the next year too.) Although I speak like eggnog's made me a dope That with Christmas I am through."
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Post by joew on Nov 30, 2006 1:38:53 GMT -5
I heard another version of "Chipmunks Roasting" many years ago. First line is the same; second line is, "Jack Frost picking at his nose." But that's all I can remember. Your version is very good, hart.
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Post by slb2 on Nov 30, 2006 1:49:23 GMT -5
Sleigh bells ring are you listening in the lane snow is glistening A beautiful sight we're happy tonight walking in our winter underwear
Gone away is the bluebird here to stay is a snowbird He sings a love song as we go along walking in our winter underwear
In the meadow we can build a snowman Then pretend that she is Parson Brown She'll say: Are you married? we'll say: No m'am But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on we'll perspire with our toes in the fire To face unafraid the plans that we've made walking in a winter underwear
In the meadow we can build a snowman and pretend that he's a circus clown We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman until the alligators knock him down
When it snows ain't it thrilling Though your nose gets a chilling We'll frolic and play the Eskimo way walking in a winter wonderland
Walking in a winter wonderland walking in a winter wonderland
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Post by carolion on Nov 30, 2006 7:02:24 GMT -5
In the AIDS hospice where I volunteered in Portland, one night a group of carolers came in - their first time, and they were good-deeding us. I sat with John, who was gay and quite aphasic but who sometimes just let loose with an amazing soul truth that you'd never forget. So we sang along with the sing-alongs...and when the group was done, the preacher felt constrained to give a few words about how, even though these people with aids were obvious sinners, still it was important to share Christmas cheer with them. John, smiling all the while, went up to him to shake his hand and said, "Isn't it funny? I thought we were singing, 'It Came Upon A Midnight Queer.'!"
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Nov 30, 2006 11:36:08 GMT -5
Thanks, Joe. Yes, the first line was plaigarized! It got me goin'.
Then there are "While Shepherds Washed Their Socks by Night" and the story of Sunday School children drawing the nativity.
In the corner of one little boy's picture was a small chubby man. Upon the teacher's request for the artist to explain his presence he answered, "Oh him? That's Round John Virgin."
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Post by brutus on Nov 30, 2006 19:32:06 GMT -5
"Jingle bells, shotgun shells, rabbits all the way!!!" Don't know the rest.
Or...if you know about the group that call themselves The Upers; (Pronounced Yewpers) Ohh, rust and smoke The heater's broke The door just blew awayyyy I light a match To see the dash And then I start to prayyyy The frame is bent The muffler went But the radio, it's okayyy Oh what fun it is to drive My rusted Chevrolet! ~B~
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Post by Trusty on Dec 1, 2006 7:01:00 GMT -5
Here's some from church:
To the tune of “Chestnuts Roasting”
Devils roasting in the lake of fire; Judgment nipping at their toes. “Gnashing of Teeth” is the song of their choir, And Satan gets all the solos. Everybody knows
That turkey and his demon host Will cook forever and a day, As the Redeemed of the Lord take their place Up in Heaven - far away.
We know the Lord is on His way. He’s bringing lots of crowns and blessings on that day. And every Christian child is gonna fly When the King comes breaking through the sky...
So...now, I’ll praise Him here with all my might And hope that you will worship, too. Although, it’s been said many times, many ways: Jesus rules, and He loves you.
Jesus rules, and He loves you.
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To the tune of “Deck the Halls”
Deck the halls with fresh anointing. Ha-la-la-la-la-lalelujah!
It’s the time of His appointing. Ha-la-la-la-la-lalelujah!
Now we bless the home we dwell in. Ha-la-la--la-la-la-lelujah!
News of Jesus, we’re a-tellin’. Ha-la-la-la-la-lalelujah!
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To the tune of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”
You’d better stand up. You’d better jump high And give a big shout. I’m telling you why: The Holy Ghost is coming to town!
He’s changing your life - blessing it twice. Gonna mark well who’s bought with a price. The Holy Ghost is coming to town!
He’s with you when you’re sleeping. He’s there when you’re awake. He knows the things God wants to say, Listen up for Jesus’ sake!
Oh...You’d better stand up. You’d better jump high And give a big shout. I’m telling you why: The Holy Ghost is coming to town!
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Post by carolion on Dec 1, 2006 8:25:05 GMT -5
Whoah-------we've got Santa/Satan/God [human version] all stirred together there. What a mix!!!
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