A Christmas Song
I thought it would be fun to write a Christmas song and this is what came out. Merry Christmas everyone!
Merry Christmas, Christmas
Christmas here, Christmas there
Christmas, Christmas everywhere!
Christmas, Christmas, where will you go
When the world’s so hot there is no snow?
Christmas, Christmas, do you care
If forest fires poison our air?
Christmas here, Christmas there
Christmas, Christmas everywhere!
Christmas, Christmas, does it make you morose
When a teenager dies of an overdose?
Christmas, Christmas, where will you run
When the next child is shot by an American gun?
Christmas here, Christmas there
Christmas, Christmas everywhere!
Christmas, Christmas, does it give you pain
When the truth loses out to a lie for gain?
Christmas, Christmas, does it make you weep
When a homeless man dies on a city street?
Christmas, oh Christmas, I know you mean well
I know you have a ton of merch to sell
You want us all to be merry and sweet
With our bellies full of turkey meat
Christmas, Christmas, how will it be
When they finally chop down the final tree?
Christmas, Christmas, where will we turn
When all we can do is burn, burn, burn?
Christmas here, Christmas there
Christmas, Christmas everywhere
Christmas, Christmas everywhere…
A wondrously satiric little ditty. This has always been the time of year when Americans put their head in the sand and try to pretend that everything’s alright—then comes the post-Christmas miasma. The law-suit against me for causing a slip-and-fall accident at the court-house has finally been settled. I’ve learned my lessen—I’ll never mop a floor again.
A-merry-cans, what can I say?
I like the song. And the pun. “A-merry-cans” inspired another one: We’re Ameri-cans, not Ameri-can’ts. Anyhow, Merry Christmyth, and have a Splendid Solstice! And be careful, this time of year I see more drivers going through red lights. It happened again the other day, right by a school!
Those drivers think, “I can go through that, I’m an Ameri-can!”