Halloween....
thus begins the unofficial start of the Christmas season!!!! GET OUT THERE AND BUY! BUY! BUY!!!!!!
If you don't, you can't save the economy, and then you're un-American!
BE AMERICAN!!!!! BUY CHRISTMAS!!!!
(in case you feel like buying for me, and that isn't such a bad idea, I want money to sporting goods stores because I want to take up hiking and I need good shoes <--- shameless victim of commercialism!!!! Yes, I am being cynical!!! Oh yes....
It's not that I don't like Christmas... I just don't like the endless parade of Christmas bullshit that goes along with it... AND, I am just not in the mood at present to be all JOLLY..... I can tell you stories... STORIES... Well, not really that much of a story. I am perturbed. Here's my horoscope for the day... It's actually rather quite true: Everywhere you turn there is change and it makes you nervous. You think that you need to stabilize your life now, but this may be impossible with so many circumstances out of your control. Instead of trying to do the impossible, focus your attention on how you react to what's happening. Your life will get easier once you give up the idea of being in charge of it all. ... For once the horoscope is directed toward me. Well, back to the walk on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.... sigh.... I hope you all have a good day and be happy... and go buy Christmas stuff. Wal-Mart should have a rather nice Christmas section by now... Halloween stuff was 50-75% off yesterday to make room).
Anyhoo, I thought the following lyrics by Tom Lehrer would be apropos for this, the start of endless commercials and all that applies!
Christmas time is here, by golly,
Disapproval would be folly,
Deck the halls with hunks of holly,
Fill the cup and dont say when.
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,
Mix the punch, drag out the dickens,
Even though the prospect sickens,
Brother, here we go again.
On christmas day you cant get sore,
Your fellow man you must adore,
Theres time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four.
Relations, sparing no expensell
Send some useless old utensil,
Or a matching pen and pencil.
Just the thing I need! how nice!
It doesnt matter how sincere it
Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
Whats important is the price.
Hark the herald tribune sings,
Advertising wondrous things.
God rest ye merry, merchants,
May you make the yuletide pay.
Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and buy!
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Dont stand underneath when they fly by.
If you don't, you can't save the economy, and then you're un-American!
BE AMERICAN!!!!! BUY CHRISTMAS!!!!
(in case you feel like buying for me, and that isn't such a bad idea, I want money to sporting goods stores because I want to take up hiking and I need good shoes <--- shameless victim of commercialism!!!! Yes, I am being cynical!!! Oh yes....
It's not that I don't like Christmas... I just don't like the endless parade of Christmas bullshit that goes along with it... AND, I am just not in the mood at present to be all JOLLY..... I can tell you stories... STORIES... Well, not really that much of a story. I am perturbed. Here's my horoscope for the day... It's actually rather quite true: Everywhere you turn there is change and it makes you nervous. You think that you need to stabilize your life now, but this may be impossible with so many circumstances out of your control. Instead of trying to do the impossible, focus your attention on how you react to what's happening. Your life will get easier once you give up the idea of being in charge of it all. ... For once the horoscope is directed toward me. Well, back to the walk on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.... sigh.... I hope you all have a good day and be happy... and go buy Christmas stuff. Wal-Mart should have a rather nice Christmas section by now... Halloween stuff was 50-75% off yesterday to make room).
Anyhoo, I thought the following lyrics by Tom Lehrer would be apropos for this, the start of endless commercials and all that applies!
Christmas time is here, by golly,
Disapproval would be folly,
Deck the halls with hunks of holly,
Fill the cup and dont say when.
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,
Mix the punch, drag out the dickens,
Even though the prospect sickens,
Brother, here we go again.
On christmas day you cant get sore,
Your fellow man you must adore,
Theres time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four.
Relations, sparing no expensell
Send some useless old utensil,
Or a matching pen and pencil.
Just the thing I need! how nice!
It doesnt matter how sincere it
Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
Whats important is the price.
Hark the herald tribune sings,
Advertising wondrous things.
God rest ye merry, merchants,
May you make the yuletide pay.
Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and buy!
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Dont stand underneath when they fly by.
posted by "Just" Joe at 10:38 AM
1 Comments:
Sorry, I'd already bought your present when I saw this post.
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