'Tis the season...

[athelind]

As the Solstice draws nigh, with so many other winter holidays riding merrily on its coat-tails, I'd like to share a memory of my youth. This is an old holiday favorite of mine; we sang it at school and at home, and to this day, it brings a smile to my heart as it sums up the true meaning of the season.

Sing along if you know the words!

Chipmunks roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost ripping off your clothes
Wicker men being thrown on a pyre
And folks dressed up like buffaloes

Ev'rybody knows a turkey slaughtered in the yard
Helps to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all gouged out
Will find it hard to see tonight

They know that Santa's on his way!
He's loaded lots of lethal weapons on his sleigh!
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really scream when they die!

And so, I'm offering this sacrifice
Of kids from one to ninety-two...
Although it's been said, many times, many ways...
Merry Christmas... to you!