Monday, December 08, 2008
So this is Christmas, and what have we done ...
Discuss (and that don't mean argue till yer blue in the face and refuse to let go of a dang pount until it thunders, Feodor! It's called "chatting"!)
I really twist thoughts when I look at this pic, actually. Something like: "Recession crucifies Santa on Cross of Tarnished Gold."
A little help would be nice. I think it both funny and appropriate.
Given that the doe season and the Christmas season are coinciding would not a deer be more meaningful?
Oh yes, you already did that one.
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.
Maybe not the exact song, but of a genre.
Now Id beleive GKS this is what ye be lookin for.
Course, with his ferlanderin & offerin' box pilferin', it coulda been the organ playin lady's husband or the church's money handler guy. But... I also wuz hearin that he aint paid our snake catcher for the las' 2 Sundays boxes. Man, we got us a bonerfied Loney Mountain mystery!