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Come on then, post up your favorite festive songs. I'm going to start off by saying I dont like the Band Aid one.
"There wont be snow in Africa this winter" - What the hell is the point of that, sure building snowmen is the last thing on starving Ethiopeans minds! Anyway, bit of Kevin Bloody Wilson to start it off with. ![]() Hey Santa Clause Santa was stoned at Christmas |
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O Holy Night is at the top of my list....
There was a commercial during the holidays years ago.... wonder if anyone recalls it... A young boy is singing solo in his home with family gathered.... his older brother quietly comes in.... home from service for the holiday as he is dressed in uniform.... he comes up behind his little brother and starts singing harmony with him.... It was O Holy Night.... I fell in love right then as my eyes filled with tears.... those boys could sing..... |
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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile. Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crockodile. You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk. Mr. Grinch. The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse. Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce. |
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