Merry Christmas!  Because that’s how I celebrate it.  Happy Holidays!  Season’s Greetings!  Because that may be how you celebrate it.

Once again, I am dragging out the Christmas Songs I wrote in 2005.  They are still appropriate, I think.  Some things about Christmas just don’t change.  My Christmases have become less over the years.  Less fuss, more muss, plain cookies, loaves instead of Christmas (fruit) cake, few lights and decorations, tacky trees when no one feels like dragging in a real one.  My family isn’t bothered by the less-ness because there is still a turkey decorating the Christmas dinner table and that’s what really matters.  And it does.  Our traditions include fighting over the legs, not passing stuffing to the eldest first because he thinks the whole bowl is for him, giving due to the youngest who is apprenticing as the stuffing maker, tucking all our elbows in because no matter how big the table is, we’re still squished, and laughing, laughing, laughing.

Feel free to sing my versions of the Christmas songs keeping in mind that the season isn’t as rich or soulful without humour.

Oh Christmas Tree

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas Tree, where are you?
You’re way up high upon the shelf
Where I can’t reach all by myself!
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas Tree, where are you?

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
Where are your decorations?
They’re high upon another shelf
That I can’t reach all by myself!
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
Where are your decorations?

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
Why are your lights so tangled?
So neatly folded by myself
They’re tangled up, upon the shelf!
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
Why are your lights so tangled?

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
I’d like to decorate you.
But I am stuck upon the shelf
And can’t get down all by myself!
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
I’d like to decorate you.

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
The tree is up, the cookies baked in time for Christmas day
The turkey thaws in yonder fridge, the fruitcake’s at its peak

Oh-oh Tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh-oh Tidings of comfort and joy.

But wait, there is a looming dearth of doom upon the world
‘Mid nutcake, rum and eggnog an uneasy feeling swirled
Again this year it seems to be for merry gentlemen:

Oh-no Tidings of malls closing at six, Christmas Eve
Oh-no Tidings of malls closing at six.

The oath made by the gentlemen at this late time last year
Has once again been broken so their hearts are filled with fear
In case the presents left behind on shelves aren’t on their list.

Oh-oh prayers said in earnest haste and pledge, haste and pledge
Oh-oh prayers said in earnest haste and pledge.

God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay
Though tea towels and the fancy pot are all that’s left this day
The jewelry window beckons – pricey ring is on display

Oh-oh thankful for shiny things and bright, shiny and bright
Oh-oh thankful that we’ll rest again tonight!