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12/19/08 - (2)
Christmas Carols
Did you ever just want to scream Because Christmas music sucks the big megillah, Shout, from the tallest minaret in the caliphate, The highest tower in the kingdoms of the world, The top rung on Jacob's ladder, "Fuck it!"?
I did — I do, every year, during this season, When groceries, pharmacies, burger and pizza joints, Fancy restaurants, airports, department stores, Doctors' and veterinarians' offices, gas stations Feel obligated to play their bit parts in the great fraud,
America's operatic spectacle celebrating the Nativity (That birth of a kid conceived, unimmaculately, Thanks to Mary and Joseph — yids from Nazareth), By blasting, through their speakers, the standard gamut, From "Silent Night" to "Jingle Bell Rock."
To say that, at sixty-seven years of age, I'm sick, unto death, of the holiday repertoire Would be to ghastly understate my disdain. Indeed, come Noel, I can't help going around caroling, To throngs in malls and churches, my own standards:
"Have Yourself a Merry Little Fuck-It," "Fuck-It the Snowman," "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Fuck-It," "Santa Claus Is Coming to Fuck-It," "Little Fuck-It Boy," "I'll Be Home for Fuck-It," "Winter Fuck-It Land," And "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fuck-It."
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