Fractured Christmas Carols
Now before I enter this, I must give a truthful disclaimer. First, I love Christmas and all that it stands for. Second, the following lyrics, though similar in nature to some written by the artist - Bob Rivers_ are completely my own, and offererd only for humor. They are not graphic, or written for shock value, simply a bit of slap-stick humor. I hope you like them and that they are in good taste. And I am not an anti-hunter. In fact, I do it every year. I'm just poking a bit of fun. If anyone is offended by this, please feel free to delete it.
Sung to the tune of Chestnuts Roasting On an Open Fire.
A tasty Chipmunk roasting on an open fire (shut up Alvin)!
Salt & Pepper dancing on his nose (Ha-choo!)
Men walking streets
Singing carols of joy
All dressed up in their finest panty-hose
Everybody knows that slaughtering the wild game
Brings smiles to hunters young and old
All the hunters agree
Shooting turkeys if you please
Brings tranquility, and joy from head to toe.
You know that Santa’s winging on his way
He’s selling every brand of fire-arm from his sleigh
And every Mother’s child will wipe tears from their eyes
After there child's bagged their first reindeer, before Santa can fly.
And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to a hundred and two
Although it’s been said
Many times, many ways,
Happy hunting, I mean, Merry Christmas, yes, Merry Christmas, to you.
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
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