“Frosted windowpanes, candles gleaming inside”
“Chipmunks roasting on an open fire
Hot sauce dripping from their toes”
Darn, now I’m hungry.
I’m an atheist, but the line
When you kiss your little baby
You’ve kissed the face of God
in “Mary, did you know” brings tears to my eyes. What mother doesn’t feel that way?
Hacia Belén va una burra, rin rin,
…
lleva su chocolatera, rin rin,
su molinillo y su anafre…
(A mule goes to Bethlehem…
it’s carrying a pot to cook chocolate,
a grinder and a portable kitchen…)
It tells me that popular piety doesn’t give a shit about historical accuracy and cracks me up. Hey, food of the gods and all that, right?
En el portal de Belén
hay una televisión
para ver al [insert soccer team here]
de la Liga campeón
(In a manger in Bethlehem
there is a TV set
where you can see [isth]
win the Liga)
Reserved to soccer fans who reckon that having a telly in the Manger wouldn’t be half as much of a miracle as being able to see their team win the Liga. Or, as they say in Seville: *¡Viva’r Betis manque pierda! *(Long live Betis, and I don’t care if they lose!) It tells me that the people singing it are busy having fun.
UFC Sux, welcome to SDMB.
Do I put the hot sauce on before or after I roast the chipmunks? I’ve tried it twice now, but most of the hot sauce does indeed drop into the fire. Is it okay to warm the hot sauce separately and put it on just before I chow down?
Whatever became of Alfred and the Chipmunks? Great ice skating music for the elderly.
I’m going to have to wait a couple of hours before I try it again.
For Zelder: “I’ll be home for Christmas…if only in my dreams.”
Ok this is hysterical. :eek: 
Moving thread from MPSIMS to Cafe Society.
Very hysterical. It’s by Bob Rivers.
Christmas in Dixie, its snowing in the pines.
Merry Christmas from Dixie to everyone tonight.–Alabama, “Christmas in Dixie”.
Father Christmas, give us some money …
Give all the toys for the little rich boys.
And Adeste Fideles
I second this line, but for a slightl different reason. It reminds me of the potential of every child to influence the world in his or her own way.
Ho Ho F…G Ho
by Kevin (Bloody) Wilson
No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list
The third verse of “What Child is This?”
Why lies he in such mean estate, where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians fear, for sinners here the silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall piece him through, the cross be borne for me and you,
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh, the babe, the son of Mary.
Well, there’s the Red Clay Ramblers’ “Hot Buttered Rum”–written by the late Tommy Thompson…
Although I’ll listen with pleasure to many an old traditional carol. Especially something like “Down in Yon Forest”–that goes back before the ones we learned as kids. First heard on Joan Baez’s lovely Noel* album…
- Released in 1966. People wondered sort of Christmas record might Protester Joanie make–with music arranged by Peter Schickle, more famous as the hilarious PDQ Bach. A lovely & reverent piece of work…
Baker nailed it.
(so to speak)
mmm