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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear


It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold!
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heaven’s all gracious King!
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Still, through the cloven skies, they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
Overall the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing.
And ever o’er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world hath suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years,
Shall come the Age of Gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And all the world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
 
Merry Christmas (I don't want to fight tonight) Ramones: https://youtu.be/KIhIBFPtnoc

Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you
Where is Santa? At his sleigh?
Tell me why is it always this way?
Where is Rudolph? Where is Blitzen, baby?
Merry Christmas, merry merry merry Christmas
All the children are tucked in their beds
Sugar-plum fairies dancing in their heads
Snowball fighting, it's so exciting baby
I love you and you love me
And that's the way it's got to be
I loved you from the start
'Cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's hearts
Where is Santa? At his sleigh?
Tell me why is it always this way?
Where is Rudolph? Where is Blitzen, baby?
Merry Christmas, merry merry merry Christmas
All the children are tucked in their beds
Sugar-plum fairies dancing in their heads
Snowball fighting, it's so exciting baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I love you and you love me
And that's the way it's got to be
I loved you from the start
'Cause Christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's hearts
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight
Merry Christmas, I don't want to fight tonight with you
 
Oi! To the World, The Vandals


Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble till he started up his Oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
Till Haji went too far and he plugged in at the pub
'Twas a cold Christmas eve when Trevor and the skins
Popped in for a pint and to nick a back of crisps
Trevor liked the music but not the Unity
He unwound Haji's turban and he knocked him to his knees
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
And Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
Haji was a bloody mess, he ran out through the crowd
He said "We'll meet again we are bloody but not unbowed"
Trevor called his bluff and told him where to meet
Christmas day on the roof down at 20 Oxford street
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
And Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
On the roof with the nun chucks Trevor broke a lot of bones
But Haji had a sword like the guy in Indiana Jones
Police sirens wailing, a bloody dying man
Haji was alone and abandoned by his band
Trevor was there fading and still so full of hate
When the skins left him there and went down the fire escape
Oi! Oi!
But then Haji saw the north star shining more than ever
So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving Trevor
They rappelled down the roof with the rest of the turban
And went back to the pub where they bought each other bourbon
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
And Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
If God came down on Christmas Day
I know exactly what He'd say
He'd say "Oi to the punks and Oi to the skins
And Oi to the world and everybody wins!"
Oi! Oi!
 
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year


It's the most wonderful time of the year.
With the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you,
"Be of good cheer,"
It's the most wonderful time of the year!

It’s the hap-happiest season of all.
With those holiday greetings and gay, happy meetings,
When friends come to call,
It’s the hap-happiest season of all!

There'll be parties for hosting,
Marshmallows for toasting,
And caroling out in the snow.
There'll be scary ghost stories,
And tales of the glories,
Of Christmases long, long ago.

It's the most wonderful time of the year.
There'll be much mistletoeing and hearts will be glowing,
When loved ones are near.
It's the most wonderful time of the year!

There'll be parties for hosting,
Marshmallows for toasting,
And caroling out in the snow.
There'll be scary ghost stories,
And tales of the glories,
Of Christmases long, long ago.

. It's the most wonderful time of the year.
There'll be much mistletoeing and hearts will be glowing,
When loved ones are near.
It’s the most wonderful time, yes, the most wonderful time,
Oh, the most wonderful time of the year!
 
A last one for the night for Liz and our literary circle, then I've things to do:

I heard there is no Christmas in the silly Middle East
No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus, they have different religious beliefs
They believe in Muhammad and not in our holiday
And so every December I go to the Middle East and say

Hey, there, Mr. Muslim, merry fucking Christmas
Put down that book, the Quran and hear some holiday wishes
In case you haven't noticed, it's Jesus' birthday
So get off your heathen Muslim ass and fucking celebrate

There is no holiday season in India I've heard
They don't hang up their stockings and that is just absurd
They've never read a Christmas story, they don't know what Rudolph is about
And that is why in December I'll go to India and shout

Hey, there, Mr. Hinduist, merry fucking Christmas
Drink eggnog and eat some beef and pass it to the missus
In case you haven't noticed, it's Jesus' birthday
So get off your heathen Hindu ass and fucking celebrate

Now I heard that in Japan, everyone just lives in sin
They pray to several gods and put needles in their skin
On December 25, all they do is eat a cake
And that is why I go to Japan and walk around and say

Hey, there, Mr. Shintoist, merry fucking Christmas
God is gonna kick your ass, you infidelic pagan scum
In case you haven't noticed, there's festive things to do
So lets all rejoice for Jesus and merry fucking Christmas to you

On Christmas Day
I travel 'round the world and say
Taoists, Krishnas, Buddhists and all you atheists too
Merry fucking Christmas to you
 
Just get some sleep, girl.

Nobody cares. Nobody. Cares.

Not the 5 red cars that follow you every time you walk somewhere.

Not the weird buzzing noises that come when you use your toaster.

Not even the oddity that every time you see your neighbors, they seem to be looking at you.

They don't care. You're just fucking nuts and it isn't real.
 
Joy to the World


Joy to the world, the Lord is come,
Let Earth receive her King,
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns,
Let all their songs employ,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove,
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.

Joy to the world, the Lord is come,
Let Earth receive her King,
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.

Original Lyrics by Isaac Watts
Joy to the World; the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King!
Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing.

Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love.
 
It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas


It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Everywhere you go;
Take a look in the five-and-ten,
Glistening once again,
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Toys in every store,
But the prettiest sight to see,
Is the holly that will be,
On your own front door.

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots,
Is the wish of Barney and Ben;
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk,
Is the hope for Janice and Jen;
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Everywhere you go;
Now there's a tree in the Grand Hotel,
One in the park as well,
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them ring,
Is the carol that you sing,
Right within your heart.

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots,
Is the wish of Barney and Ben;
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk,
Is the hope for Janice and Jen;
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them ring,
Is the carol that you sing,
Right within your heart.
 
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