Bloody Xmas Bloody Carols
The Scrooge in me is never more prevalent than at bloody Xmas. I refuse to say the version of the word which has "Christ" in it, because that fellow was murdered by a wicked dude in a red uniform just doing his duty, and it wasn't Pilate, it was Santa. At roughly the same time, because Santa is a serial killer, the Spirit of C*****mas was murdered (possibly in the 50s or 60s), leaving us with the dazzling, gaudy, grumpy-relative'd, commercial spend-fest called Xmas.
It doesn't help when you sit on a bus for an hour and listen to bloody Xmas bloody carols played on bloody stupid bloody instruments (I mean, honestly, who wants to hear a techno medley of Xmas carols?) with no option to escape the bloody torture but to jump out of the moving bus and -- because it was on the way up the mountainside -- over the cliff (it was tempting, let me tell you). Oh, and then, 2 hours later, the return journey with exactly the same shite muzak.
I bloody hate bloody Xmas bloody carols. And these tortuous journies prompted me to consider -- really consider -- these songs, especially in the modern context. So if the words "Bah, humbug!" are not enough to convince you of my Scroogeness, let me pose the following:
- No one ever jingles bells at Xmas, nor does anyone own an open sleigh, or a horse to pull it
- The wonderful invention of alcohol ensures that no Xmas night is ever silent (let alone holy) -- or still if you're German
- A "white xmas" is a vain fantasy that people in cold places never experience, so I've got no chance
- O whacking day, O whacking day, our hallowed snake-skull-cracking day
- I don't wish you a merry xmas, although I do hope your new year is a blinder
- Who the hell "decks" halls with "boughs" of anything? Have any of us even seen holly?
- Frosty the snowman? Hang on, is he, like, Jesus's brother? Does he bring us presents or something? In Australia, you'll have to try harder than that.Maybe he's, like, Santa's supplier of "ice" ...
- I'm willing to bet that Santa Claus would more likely come down Mrs Claus's lane than Santa Claus lane (my female friends and my mum will not approve of this one)
- Walking along, singing a song, walking in a winter wonderland -- I think Frosty the Snowman delivers more "ice" than we ever thought of
- O come all ye faithful, for you do not exist
- You better watch out, get ready to cry, get ready to pout, I'm tellin' you why: Mum and Dad are having you on
- If you're going to call a song "Jingle Bell Rock", you'd better make sure that it actually does rock
- The fact that I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus only goes to show that either a) Santa Claus is really just Daddy in disguise (or step-father, de facto or whatever arrangement you have), or b) Mummy is a whore
- No kid is stupid enough to say "all I want for Xmas is my two front teeth" when they know that some seriously cool toys are in the offering...
- Even a seriously RED nose would be dubious guiding light on a foggy Xmas eve -- and for that matter, Santa is a moron, since it surely cannot be foggy the whole world over. Far better to get an angel to help, but ... oh yeah, Santa murdered Jesus, didn't he? Probably not wise to mooch favours from angels, then
- 12 drummers drumming
- 22 pipers piping
- 30 lords a-leaping
- 36 ladies dancing
- 40 maids a-milking
- 42 swans a-swimming
- 42 geese a-laying
- 40 golden rings
- 36 calling birds
- 30 french horns
- 22 turtle-doves, and
- 12 partridges in 12 pear trees
Screw Xmas, and I hope your day is in the same margin of horrible as mine (slightly better or worse, I don't care), but I sincerely wish to you a happy new year!
keeponrockin
Tom
