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Tra la la la la and deck the halls

It’s Big Friendly’s birthday tomorrow. What do you get the man who has … me? After work today, my friend and I are going shopping to find him some nice things to make him feel spesh. But, and I say this from experience, shopping 11 days before Xmas day can be a little harrowing. My biggest problem (aside from the desperate and confused multitudes) is the pan-pipe and electronica versions of the Christmas carols pushed through the mall systems. The worst part is that in the main section you’ll be listening to a damn partridge in a pear…walk through the doors of Edgars into boughs of holly…out into pa rup a pum into Mr Price in a manger and then into picknpoo whose standard endlessly repeated favourite is the wordless and whining silent night. I better have some inspiration out there in the mosh pit of retail tonight or poor Big Friendly is getting socks and undies. Again.

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  1. megan

    from Rudy who couldn’t submit (we don’t know why)

    A Christmas Carol: Tom Lehrer
    From an evening (wasted) with Tom Lehrer

    Christmas time is here, by golly,
    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.

  2. The Saint

    Happy Happy to Big Friendly.

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