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CONTENTS
APRIL FOOL'S DAY
CHRISTMAS
EASTER
HALLOWEEN
THANKSGIVING
VALENTINE'S DAY
================================================================================
== APRIL FOOL'S DAY ============================================================
-= april fool's day =-= 1 =--------------------------------------------------
Take the top off the standard sugar dispenser found at restaurants. Place a
single layer of paper napkin over the opening in the glass part, then put salt
on top of that. Put the top back on and tear off all the paper showing around
the edges. The first victim gets salt in his coffee, which I suppose is funny
to some people. But what is even funnier is this same guy, or the next, trying
to get sugar out of the thing. They think the sugar may be caked and bang the
dispenser on the table, shake it, hold it up to the light and squint at it, etc.
-= april fool's day =-= 2 =--------------------------------------------------
Years ago, before all the young studs started taking their dates to motels for,
er, recreation, there were always Lover's Lanes around. On a typical moonlit
night, there might be a dozen cars at one of these places with the windows all
steamed up from the activities within, and occasional flashes of red as flailing
feet inadvertently hit brake pedals. Some people I knew used to get their kicks
by chaining the bumpers or axles of these cars to the nearest fence or tree.
The most elaborate joke along these lines was played by three friends, whom
we'll call Tom, Dick, and Harry. On a moonlit night as described above, Tom
came running out of the woods onto the Lover's Lane screaming, "No! No! Oh, God,
Please NO!"
When Tom had everybody's attention, Dick stepped out of the woods with a
shotgun, yelled, "Now I'll get you, you bastard!" and fired the gun over Tom's
head. Tom dropped to the ground and lay there writhing and screaming until Dick
came over and fired a blast into the ground near his head, then went limp and
quiet.
Then Harry came rushing over, yelling, "Jesus, Jack, why'd you DO it? He was
our FRIEND! Oh, my God!" and the like. Then both Dick and Harry grabbed Tom by
the heels and dragged him back to the woods. When they were out of sight, Tom
got up and all three enjoyed the activity back at the scene of the "crime" which
needless to say had changed considerably from a few minutes before.
-= april fool's day =-= 3 =--------------------------------------------------
At Burroughs Corp., a couple of co-workers got into a get-even contest with each
others' toolboxes, including such niceties as:
Filling toolbox with punched-card chad.
Same as above, then pouring oil over everything! [[yuck]]
Wiring toolbox to 110 VAC. (I'm not endorsing these activities; simply
including them for sake of completeness!!)
Supergluing handle to top of toolbox. (Thought that one up myself.)
Removing tools; bolting toolbox to floor; replacing tools. (Good one!!)
-= april fool's day =-= 4 =--------------------------------------------------
Saran wrap on reading glasses that have been left on desk is good. Trimming at
edge of lens is hard but effect is great. Not usually noticed when first picked
up but optical quality of Saran is spectacularly bad.
-= april fool's day =-= 5 =--------------------------------------------------
Put shaving cream on a phone receiver and then call the person. The person
would then answer the phone and sploosh the shaving cream into his ear.
-= april fool's day =-= 6 =--------------------------------------------------
Here is a simple, but fun, April Fool's joke:
You need a phone with a handset so that you can unscrew the mouthpiece and
remove the pickup. It's real easy, they are just sitting in there and not wired
down. Replace the mouthpiece and think up a good excuse to get someone to use
the phone. This joke was done to me when I was in college. My roommate told me
that this girl who I thought was cute had called, and that she wanted me to call
back. I felt pretty stupid yelling into the phone trying to talk to her. And
all I heard was her say, "Hello, hello, is anyone there, hello?" After I
realized what had happened, we went out, and tried it on some other friends,
with similar results. It's a good joke because it is totally harmless, and even
more fun after a few drinks.
-= april fool's day =-= 7 =--------------------------------------------------
Someone once was on a flight and brought along a can of chunky beef stew onboard
the plane. At some point, he empty the contents into the barf bag. Later,
during some minor turbulence, he pantomimed using the bag in the conventional
way. When the flight attendant asked if she could dispose of the bag for him,
he replied, "Not yet, there are some choice bits that I haven't finished with
yet," and proceeded to pick out chunks from the bag and eat them. According to
the guy, everyone nearby nearly tossed their cookies.
-= april fool's day =-= 8 =--------------------------------------------------
Seven friends once pulled this at a college cafeteria. One put a hot water
bottle filled with pea soup down his chest; he sat at the head of a table, with
the other six friends sitting along the sides. When the cafeteria was pretty
full of people, he made a loud noise to attract attention, stood up, bent over,
and squeezed his chest. This caused a huge gush of green liquid to spew all over
the table; the other six immediately began to eat this green liquid. I think a
lot of food went uneaten that night.
-= april fool's day =-= 9 =--------------------------------------------------
Another good practical joke taken from the "Tippy Turtle" series on Saturday
Night Live is as follows:
Take one of those musical greeting cards (the type that play a song when opened)
and carefully rip out the part that actually plays the music. This is only about
the size of a quarter. When the person isn't watching, plant this somewhere near
him/her. Since it is so small, it is relatively easy to hide in a pocket, purse,
etc. Afterwards, watch the person become maddened by the recurrence of Jingle
Bells, Happy Birthday, etc. in the background. I was a victim of this one and,
at first, I thought I was hearing the muzak at the restaurant I was eating at.
After I was done, I returned to my car and the music followed me. I thought I
was going insane.
-= april fool's day =-= 10 =--------------------------------------------------
While the victim is asleep, carefully put Vaseline between his/her toes. What
you will observe is the person's toes starting to wiggle. The apparent mechanism
is that when your toes start slipping against each other, your mind insists on
making them slip and slide more and more. The upshot of this is that the part
of the mind that's supposed to be getting rest is busy moving toes. The victim
wakes up having had no sleep at all.
-= april fool's day =-= 11 =--------------------------------------------------
Switch the "Men" and "Women" signs on a pair of public bathrooms while they're
occupied. Great at airports, hotels, and bars.
-= april fool's day =-= 12 =--------------------------------------------------
Get one of those dolls that cries unless you rock it back and forth. Fasten it
to the bottom of someone's chair. The person comes and sits down, and starts
working on his terminal. As he gets into it, this vague "wa-wa" noise starts up
from some unidentifiable direction. The guy looks around (moving the chair) and
the crying stops. Oh, well, who cares. Back to work. A little later, the
crying starts up again. This one was good for several minutes.
-= april fool's day =-= 13 =--------------------------------------------------
One telephone gag is to call someone and, with an official tone, rattle off this
warning before they can interrupt:
"This is the telephone company calling. There is some trouble with your line.
Please do not answer any calls for the next five minutes or the person on the
other end may be electrocuted. Thank you."
Hang up, and wait about two minutes. Call them back. When they answer, just
scream "AAAAAARGH!!!" and hang up.
-= april fool's day =-= 14 =--------------------------------------------------
Put a few tablespoons of methylene blue in a coke/coffee/dark-colored drink. The
next time the person has to use the restroom, surprise! Blue urine.
-= april fool's day =-= 15 =--------------------------------------------------
It seems that a psychology class decided to give their new-found knowledge of
the "power of suggestion" a little test. Some of the students had another class
together and decided to play a little trick on their teacher. Whenever the
teacher was on the left side of the room, they would act really interested and
when he was on the right side of the room, they would act really bored. Well,
it seems that this behavior did its job on the teachers subconscious and he was
practically crawling on the left wall by the end of class.
-= april fool's day =-= 16 =--------------------------------------------------
It is common for draftsmen to sprinkle Scumex (powdered rubber eraser) on
tracings prior to doing any drawing on it. This reduces smearing of the pencil
marks and such and results in a cleaner tracing.
At a former employer, we had replaced the Scumex at one draftsmans desk with
dried parmesan cheese. It looked about the same. It was extremely interesting
watching him draw for a while and then begin to smell the paper. Took the poor
guy almost 10 minutes to guess that he had been fooled!
-= april fool's day =-= 17 =--------------------------------------------------
A friend who manages a large retail store gave me an electronic bird call used
to add "realism" to store displays. This device was about 4 inches in diameter
and 2 inches high, with a speaker on the top. It was powered by a 9-volt
battery and had two controls: a 5-position "voice" selector, and a time delay
control to set the interval between calls (up to 60 seconds). For a device which
used just electronics, the bird calls were amazingly realistic, especially if
the time interval was long between calls. I have had much fun with this gadget,
especially planting it in people's houses (basement and garages are good
places). The unsuspecting people really believe that there is a bird trapped in
their house, and go ape trying to find it. If anyone wants one of these devices,
they can be purchased from companies which sell retail store display fixtures; I
don't believe they cost much money.
-= april fool's day =-= 18 =--------------------------------------------------
When you have a few friends around, take turns calling the same phone number, an
acquaintance that won't recognize your voices is always a good choice. When the
person answers, try to leave a message for John Smith (or any name that sounds
real). Insist that you have the right number and even read their number to them.
Have a bit of fun here and stretch this on as long as possible. Repeat several
times, once or twice an hour. Let everybody have a turn at calling. After about
four hours, call one last time. Tell the poor soul answering the phone that you
are John Smith, and ask, "Are there any messages for me?" This is sure to get a
groan.
-= april fool's day =-= 19 =--------------------------------------------------
Reverse the horizontal yoke leads on terminals (so the text comes out backwards
from right to left). This works best on a software team who thinks they have
just released the firmware for screen drivers. Besides, hardware people figure
it out too quickly.
-= april fool's day =-= 20 =--------------------------------------------------
This is one that a someone did to his mom. This kid was going somewhere with
his mom in the car. The kid was in the back seat and the mom was driving. It
was summer time, so the kid had the window rolled down. Anyway, the kid see's
this jogger comming up the side of the road, so he starts motioning to the
jogger. The jogger didn't really know what was going on, but just as the car
passed the jogger, the kid reached out of the window, and whacked the side of
the car rather loudly with his hand. The jogger, getting the idea, dove in the
ditch and acted like he was in great pain (similar to the pain he would feel,
say if he just got hit by a car). The mother obviously notices the loud noise
and see's the dying jogger in the ditch, slams on the breaks to see if this poor
guy is dead or not. Naturally she is worried sick.
-= april fool's day =-= 21 =--------------------------------------------------
Carefully pick up sleeping targets bed and set it on four coke bottles. When
target rolls over or makes any significant move bed will crash 6 inches to the
floor and there will be bottles rolling all over the place but not a soul in
sight.
-= april fool's day =-= 22 =--------------------------------------------------
If your brother or sister has a hamster or turtle or other caged pet, go to the
pet store and buy another pet of the similar species, but markedly different in
appearance, either due to size, color, etc. Then switch pets and hide the
original pet somewhere else. (You might want to make sure the replacement gag
pet you get is returnable to the pet store unless you or the brother/sister end
up keeping it.)
-= april fool's day =-= 23 =--------------------------------------------------
Some pranks good for a few chuckles with a new UNIX user is, while they're away
from the terminal, put a few cute aliases in their .profile, .login, whatever,
for example:
alias ls echo 'ls: command not found.'
alias vi ed
-= april fool's day =-= 24 =--------------------------------------------------
Connect the secretary's electric typewriter to a variac (can vary the line
voltage). At about 40-50 volts (out of the 110), the little ball makes three or
four jerky attempts before finally striking a faint imprint. Fairly pathetic
looking, actually.
-= april fool's day =-= 25 =--------------------------------------------------
There's also the standard Saran Wrap across women's toilets or Karo syrup and
flour in the shower. Or butter up the toilet seats and doorknobs.
-= april fool's day =-= 26 =--------------------------------------------------
One day, when someone was logged in at a terminal and had left for a few minutes
to go collect output from the printer, a friend leapt into action and changed
his prompt from '$' to 'Login incorrect. Login:'. Then he logged the person
off. He told the guy that the system had logged him off because he'd been gone
to long. Needless to say, when the guy logged on again, the system appeared to
be telling him that he logged on incorrectly. The guy was a first-year student,
was thoroughly unfamiliar with UNIX, and became very confused.
-= april fool's day =-= 27 =--------------------------------------------------
]NEW[
From: lks@bethany.org (The Joker)
Every year on April Fool's day, I try to fool my wife. The first few years
it was pretty easy 'cuz she wasn't used to that kind of stuff. Now it is
difficult and I win about half the time. She said I am in trouble because she
will be away on April 1. She is chaperoning a bunch of kids to Florida or
something like that.
One year, I set all of the clocks ahead an hour when I left for work so she
showed up an hour early. Another year, I used a cellular phone to call her from
outside our house and said I would be late from work and so on.
From: rbrown@vaxa.stevens-tech.edu (Richard M. Brown)
If they are all flying to Florida, get a friend of yours to call saying you
are from United Airlines (or whoever they are flying) and that her return flight
was cancelled and come up with some lame reason that they can't return for
another week or so.
From: lynnb@aimnet.com (Lynn Benson)
Don't know if this would work since your wife will be out of town (you might
need an accomplice), but here's the best one I ever pulled off:
I had a teacher in fifth grade who was *addicted* to Diet Coke. So one day,
I brought a Diet Coke in and set it on her desk. After much hemming and hawing
on her part, she opened it up and took a big swig.
Imagine her surprise when she realized that the Diet Coke was actually half
Diet Coke and half Soy Sauce.
Before that incident, I had never actually seen a person turn green before.
-= april fool's day =-= 28 =--------------------------------------------------
]NEW[
From: Kathleen_McCaffrey@qm.sri.com (RS_Helper)
One year, I called my husband at his office and said, "So, you made sure to
file our tax return today, right?"
He said, "No, not for two more weeks."
I put just the right tone of anxiety and frustration into my voice (the same
tone he is so used to hearing me use when something has gone wrong.) I asked
him, "Didn't you see those instructions in the tax forms? You have to file two
weeks early if you've had a new deduction in the past year! If we don't get it
in by midnight tonight we won't get our refund!" (We had just had a baby the
year before.)
I had him going for about ten seconds. He sounded really scared until the
light bulb went on and he asked hopefully, "April fools?"
It's pretty hard for me to fool anyone, since I am a lousy liar, so I
considered this a real triumph.
-= april fool's day =-= 29 =--------------------------------------------------
]NEW[
From: rcarr@prairienet.org (Robert T. Carr)
The best April Fool's Day joke I ever played was on my kids when they were
little. I went to my kid's bedrooms, took them out of their beds, and put them
in one of the other's beds. None of them woke up while I was doing it! The next
morning, none of them could figure out what they were doing in each other's bed.
-= april fool's day =-= 30 =--------------------------------------------------
]NEW[
From: eboshove@vagus.vth.colostate.edu (ericwilliam boshoven)
My roommates got me last year by using scotch tape on the spray hose on the
kitchen sink. Just tape the lever down and leave it in the holder. When they
turn the water on, they will get soaked.
-= april fool's day =-= 31 =--------------------------------------------------
]NEW[
From: gt5436e@prism.gatech.edu (John Andrew Kirkwood)
A good April Fools joke for the kids:
Tell them that they will be going to Walt Disney World. Drive them to a trash
dump site where they are burning the trash off and tell your kids that WDW has
burnt to the ground.
-= april fool's day =-= 32 =--------------------------------------------------
]NEW[
From: dutch@rangerbbs.com (Dutch) writes:
This is neither outrageously funny nor original (I copped it from a Tom
Hanks/Jackie Gleason movie) but it's become a tradition with me. The funny part
is bagging the same people year after year!
On the morning of April 1 I change my voice mail message to:
"Hello. (pause) Hello? (pause) Hello! Listen, can you speak up I can just
*barely* hear you! (pause) What?!?! Louder please! (pause) Ha! April Fools,
this is my voice mail. Leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you as
soon as I'm able."
================================================================================
== CHRISTMAS ===================================================================
-= christmas =-= 1 =---------------------------------------------------------
Ways To Say "Merry Christmas / Happy New Year"
Translation in (...), pronunciation tips in [...], other notes in [...]
Afrikaans Geseende Kersfees en 'n voorspoedige nuwe jaar.
Australian 'ave a bonza Christy an' a beaut New Year, mate!
Canadian Happy Holidays, eh! (and no socks this year, hosehead!)
Chinese Sing dan fae lok, gung hai fat choi [Cantonese]
Shen dan kuai le xin nian yu kuai [Mandarin]
Czech Vesele' va'noce a s~t~astny' novy' rok!
Danish God jul og godt nyter
God jul og godt nytaar [pre-1948 Danish]
Dutch Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een gelukkig nieuwjaar
English Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Have a Merry Happy!
Esperanto Gajan Kristnaskon kaj Felican Novan Jaron
Finnish Hauskaa joulua ja onnellista uutta vuotta!
French Joyeux Noel et Bonne Annee
German Froehliche Weihnachten und ein glueckliches Neues Jahr
Frohe Weihnachten und ein Gutes Neues Jahr
Greek Xronia Polla ['X' is Greek X pronounced as sharp 'h']
Guarani Navidad Ara Pora
Hawaiian Mele Kalikimaka
Mele Kalikimaka nui loa!
Hebrew L'shana Tova (To a good year)
Chag Sameach (Happy Holiday)
Hungarian Kellemes kara'csonyi u"nnepeket e's boldog u'j e'vet
Icelandic Gle[eth]ileg jol gott og fars
-= christmas =-= 169 =---------------------------------------------------------
In the spirit of the Holiday Season(tm), Life In Corporate America proudly
presents...
The Total Quality Management Corporate Christmas Party
The TQM Corporate Christmas Party is carefully designed to give you and your
employees a safe, efficient gathering, optimizing cheer and good tidings.
The first step is to gather an appropriate number of executives to stage this
wondrous event. A good guideline is to draft the aid of all executives making
over $125,000/year including bonuses. These executives should be divided up into
the Greeting Team, the Serving Team, the Walking Team, and the Ceremonial Team.
The Teams should be further broken into two or more teams performing the same
function, thus ensuring increased Quality through Redundancy and Intra-Team
Competition.
Divide your entire personnel into three equal groups. This Top-Down
methodology breaks the task into manageable portions. Issue each employee a
ticket with coupons for each aspect of the party, the Christmas Party Ticket.
Printed on the ticket is the time which the employee should arrive for the
Christmas Party. In order to further relieve congestion, each of the three
seatings should be further broken into three "arrival groups". Thus, for the
12:00 seating you have employees arriving at 12:00, 12:05 and 12:10. Allow no
more than five minutes for any one employee to be late.
Now you can show how well you are organized. Your Employee travels to the
specified cafeteria entrance at the proper time, as specified on the Christmas
Party Ticket. He is warmly greeted at the entrance door by a member of the
Greeting Team, and directed to the queue at the entrance. At the head of the
queue, there are two more Greeting Team Members. Here the Employee surrenders
the bottom portion of his Christmas Party Ticket to a Greeting Team Member, who
then places it in the Door Prize Drawing Bin and directs the Employee to one of
two identical Christmas Party Meal Serving Lines.
At the start of the Meal Serving Line the Employee surrenders the next
portion of the Christmas Party Ticket to one of the final members of the
Greeting Team, who then allows the Employee to proceed with his tasty Christmas
Party Meal. The Employee picks up his Tray and Utensils. He notices two things.
First, the Utensils are neatly sorted and prepackaged for his convenience.
Second, the usual rectangular tray is replaced by the much more efficient
Truncated Tray. The Truncated Tray has its two far corners cut at precisely 45
degrees, allowing more efficient packing at the square Christmas Party Table.
Now the Employee is ready to receive his tasty Christmas Party Meal. Four
members of the Serving Team are ready to dish out his Meal. The first Serving
Team Member takes out an efficiently pre-warmed Plate and adds Turkey and
Stuffing. Here is another example of efficient pre-packaging, bringing your
Employee an assortment of tastes, yet in a compact form for safe, easy serving.
A generous Ball of Stuffing (1.75" diameter) is carefully pre-wrapped with a
Slice of Dark Meat and a Slice of Light Meat, thus satisfying all tastes. Next,
the remaining members of the Serving Team at this Station add Potatoes, Beans
and Gravy, and delivers the Product to the Employee.
Next, two more Serving Team Members offer an impressive array of Cranberry
Juice and Orange Juice, plus a choice of eggnog both With and Without Brandy,
labelled as "Leaded" and "Unleaded" (our little joke). Since we want to deliver
Consistent Value, the "Unleaded" EggNog serving contains twice as much EggNog as
the "Leaded" variety.
Notice that the Christmas Party Serving Lines are implemented with Dual
Redundancy. This is important, since it not only provides more Efficient
Service to meet Demand, but it also, should one line become disrupted, provides
a fallback so as to not severely impact the Schedule.
After the Employee receives his Christmas Party Meal, he is directed by
several members of the Walking Team to his table. Employees are seated solely
based on their order in line, both to provide Good Companionship and to
eliminate confusion imminent in Employees seeking out other particular
Employees.
The Walking Team is perhaps the most diverse Team in its duties. After the
Employee is seated the Walking Team is responsible for ensuring that Everything
is All Right. This includes, when an Employee is finished with his Christmas
Party Meal, the removal of Trays and Utensils, and the distribution of the
standard Christmas Gift. This action is carried out with the Just-In-Time
philosophy. When the Employee's meal is finished and his EggNog is nearing
emptiness, the Walking Team springs into action. One Walking Team Member removes
the Tray and Utensils, one collects the final Christmas Party Ticket coupon, a
third Walking Team Member distributes the standard Christmas Gift, and a fourth
verifies the Employee's Satisfaction with the Christmas Party Meal.
While your Employee is enjoying his Christmas Party Meal, several other
Activities are ongoing. First, a Special member of the Christmas Party Committee
is traveling about the Tables in the guise of Santa Claus. Since time is
limited, you ensure that the delivery of the Santa Claus Service is properly
received by all Employees by use of a Wireless Microphone. Second, the Christmas
Season Atmosphere is provided by your local High School Choir. This not only
provides soothing, cheerful music for your Employees but also strengthens the
Sense of Community with the Town outside the Company.
The third Activity is the Door Prize Drawing. Since no Employee is more than
five minutes late, you can be sure that all Employees assigned to this Seating
have arrived and been Greeted within fifteen minutes after the Opening of the
Seating. Then the Door Prize Drawing Bin can be sprinted up to the head of the
Cafeteria, where the Corporate Executive Officer, with Santa Claus as his
Helper, draws names from the Door Prize Drawing Bin and distributes the Door
Prizes. The Door Prizes are a series of increasingly valuable Prizes, ranging
from a Free Employee Recreational Association Membership to a Telephone
Answering Machine to a Twenty-Five Inch Zenith Color Television, and the Grand
Prize, a Sony Handycam Camcorder.
Once the Door Prize Drawing is completed, the Employees should have had
sufficient time to Eat, Relax, and Indulge in the Fellowship of his Neighboring
Employee. Therefore the Corporate Christmas Party is concluded, and all
Employees present can rise Together and resume their normal tasks, filled with
Happiness, Good Cheer, Good Food and a Renewed Sense of Companionship.
In conclusion, the Total Quality Management Corporate Christmas Party is a
fun, safe way to celebrate, while simultaneously demonstrating the effectiveness
of the Principles of Total Quality Management. It also, incidentally, pays for
itself. The Effectiveness and Precision with which the Corporate Christmas Party
is Planned and Carried Out results in your Employees being able to enjoy the
Party to its fullness, and still be finished early enough to return to the
office after not the usual 45 minutes allocated, but an outstanding Thirty
Minutes!
Author's note: The sick part is this really happened here! The names are
invented but the details are verbatim...
ken ryan
ryan@fsd.com
-= christmas =-= 170 =---------------------------------------------------------
Memorandum
Rightsizing The North Pole, Inc.
Seasons Greetings
The usual large flamboyant typeface associated with the seasons greetings has
been downsized this year commensurate with the trend toward corporate
downsizing. [And the fact that SMTP does not support typeface control]
The recent announcement that Donner and Blitzen have elected to take the early
reindeer retirement package has triggered a good deal of concern about whether
they will be replaced, and about other restructuring decisions at the North
Pole.
Streamlining was appropriate in view of the reality that the North Pole no
longer dominates the season's gift distribution business. Home shopping
channels and mail order catalogues have diminished Santa's market share and he
could not sit idly by and permit further erosion of the profit picture.
The reindeer downsizing was made possible through the purchase of a late model
Japanese sled for the CEO's annual trip. Improved productivity from Dasher and
Dancer, who summered at the Harvard Business School, is anticipated and should
take up the slack with no discernible loss of service. Reduction in reindeer
will also lessen airborne environmental emissions for which the North Pole has
been cited and received unfavorable press.
I am pleased to inform you and yours that Rudolph's role will not be disturbed.
Tradition still counts for something at the North Pole. Management denies, in
the strongest possible language, the earlier leak that Rudolph's nose got that
way not from the cold, but from substance abuse. Calling Rudolph "a lush who
was into the sauce and never did pull his share of the load" was an unfortunate
comment, made by one of Santa's helpers and taken out of context at a time of
year when he is known to be under executive stress.
As a further restructuring, today's global challenges require the North Pole to
continue to look for better, more competitive steps. Effective immediately, the
following economy measures are to take place in the "Twelve Days of Christmas"
subsidiary:
The partridge will be retained, but the pear tree never turned out to be the
cash crop forecasted. It will be replaced by a plastic hanging plant, providing
considerable savings in maintenance.
The two turtle doves represent a redundancy that is simply not cost effective.
In addition, their romance during working hours could not be condoned. The
positions are therefore eliminated.
[The three French hens will remain intact. After all, everyone loves the French]
The [four calling birds] were replaced by an automated voice mail system, with a
call waiting option. An analysis is underway to determine who the birds have
been calling, how often and how long they talked.
The five golden rings have been put on hold by the Board of Directors.
Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have negative implications
for institutional investors. Diversification into other precious metals as well
as a mix of T-Bills and high technology stocks appear to be in order.
The six geese-a-laying constitutes a luxury which can no longer be afforded. It
has long been felt that the production rate of one egg per goose per day is an
example of the decline in productivity. Three geese will be let go, and an
upgrading in the selection procedure by personnel will assure management that
from now on every goose it gets will be a good one.
The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number chosen in better times. The
function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans are on order. The current
swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes and therefore enhance their
outplacement.
As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has been under heavy scrutiny by
the EEOC. A male/female balance in the workforce is being sought. The more
militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no upward mobility. Automation
of the process may permit the maids to try a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching.
Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number. This function will be phased
out as these individuals grow older and can no longer do the steps.
Ten Lords-a-leaping is overkill. The high cost of Lords plus the expense of
international air travel prompted the Compensation Committee to suggest
replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen. While leaping ability
may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant because we expect an
oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year.
Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming is a simple case of the band
getting too big. A substitution with a string quartet, a cutback on new music
and no uniforms will produce savings which will drop right down to the bottom
line.
We can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people, fowl, animals and
other expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate that stretching deliveries
over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels
will be improved.
Regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorney's association seeking expansion to
include the legal profession ("thirteen lawyers-a-suing") action is pending.
Lastly, it is not beyond consideration that deeper cuts may be necessary in the
future to stay competitive. Should that happen, the Board will request
management to scrutinize the Snow White Division to see if seven dwarfs is the
right number. Happy Holidays!
-= christmas =-= 171 =---------------------------------------------------------
Dec. 23, 1994
Northpole Standoff
A fierce battle ended in a stand-off today as a multi-jurisdictional task
force of federal law enforcement agents tried to arrest the leader of a militant
doomsday cult, who call themselves "Elves," living in a heavily fortified
compound at the North Pole. According to witnesses, federal agents hid in
livestock trailers as they drove up to the compound.
The approach was difficult in the snow using wheeled vehicles. Several agents
were reportedly thrown from the trailer when it hit a snowbank. The agents were
unable to use dog teams and sleds because the ATF agents shot all the dogs
during training at a nearby recreational facility where agents had practiced for
weeks on a mock-up of the compound in preparation for the raid.
As three National Guard helicopters approached, over 100 law officers stormed
the main compound, a heavily fortified gingerbread structure, throwing
concussion grenades and screaming "Come out!" Cult members and law officers
negotiated a cease-fire about 45 minutes after the incident began.
For the next several hours, ambulances and helicopters swarmed the premises.
The area was cordoned off and ATF agents with machine guns were posted in the
roadways to keep reporters at least two miles from the main battle area.
In a lengthy report on the group Saturday, The North Pole Tribune-Herald said
that the cult was known to have a large arsenal of high-powered weapons,
probably produced in a workshop disguised as a "toy factory." This toy factory
is also believed to be the sight of a methamphetamine laboratory, according to
sources inside the ATF.
The article quoted investigators as saying the crazed cult leader, who uses
several aliases, "Santa Claus," "Saint Nick," "Sinterclaas," and "Saint
Nicholas," age unknown, has abused children and claims to have at least 15
wives. Santa Claus denies these accusations of abuse and said he has had only
one wife, Mrs. Santa Claus.
Authorities had a warrant to search the North Pole compound for guns and
explosive devices and an arrest warrant for its leader, Santa Claus, said Mess
Stanford of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms in Washington, D.C. Mr.
Stanford added it would be useless to attempt to get a copy of this warrant,
however, because it had been sealed, "for national security reasons."
The assault came one day after the North Pole Tribune-Herald began publishing
a series on the cult, quoting former members as saying the deranged cult leader,
Santa Claus, abused children and had at least 15 wives.
ATF spokesman Jack Killchildren in Washington said the assault had been
planned for several weeks, although he added, "I think the newspaper's
investigation set up heightened tension."
The cult's fortress, called "The Toy Factory," is dominated by a tower with
lookout windows facing in all directions. Guards reportedly patrol the 77-acre
grounds at night.
Attorney General Janet Reno ordered the raid after cult members refused to
surrender documents relating to national security. A source inside the Justice
Department said that the documents were lists of cabinet members and highly
placed government officials who were naughty or nice. Despite preliminary,
secret negotiations to obtain the list, the Elves refused to surrender the
document to the Justice Department.
The raid was scheduled for December 23, because December 25 is believed to be
a traditional cult holiday and all the militant elves would be engaged in cult
rituals in preparation for the event.
At a press conference this afternoon, Attorney General Reno said, "These
militants abuse children in the most vile manner, by teaching them to expect
charity. They have even distributed free, working replicas of 'assault weapons'
and 'handguns.' It is a matter of dire importance to our future and the future
of all our children, that this peril be ended by every means at our disposal."
She went on to say that "I do not want to surround the compound and shoot
everyone and then burn it to the ground in order to prevent this child abuse
from occurring again, but that appears to be our only alternative."
According to Reno, the "Toy Factory" itself is a sweatshop and conditions
inside were horrendous. The Department of Justice is also looking into
allegations of animal cruelty. Former members of the cult have claimed that
Santa Claus frequently uses leather restraints on at least eight reindeer,
housed in sordid conditions on the compound. Witnesses reported seeing a
reindeer with a protruding red nose, which Janet Reno said was further
indication of the abusive conditions inside the compound.
Several of the elves were reported by the BATF to have been carrying
automatic weapons. However, independent sources dispute this, claiming that the
"automatic weapons" were nothing more than large candy canes.
ATF leader Ted Oyster, shaken after the ordeal, spoke to reporters as
hundreds of agents, many of them in tears, were taken away from the North Pole
in military airlifts, ambulances, and private vehicles.
"We had our plan down, we had our diversion down, and they were waiting..."
Oyster said resignedly, shaking his head.
A hospital spokesman said that most of the wounded ATF agents appeared to be
suffering from shrapnel wounds from broken candy canes, as well as frostbite,
apparently suffered from wearing forest-green camouflage in the wintery terrain.
Attorney General Reno offered no comment on these reports.
Mack "The Knife" McWarty was seen strolling across the White House lawn,
chuckling to himself as he read what inside sources say was a copy of the
naughty/nice list.
One highly placed government official was found dead in Marcy Park. His name
and the cause of death are unknown at this time, however, the White House
immediately issued a statement claiming the official had committed suicide after
learning his name was not on the nice list.
Patsy Thomahawk refused to comment on the advice of her attorney on whether
she had any part in removing copies of the naughty/nice list from a safe in the
White House.
A spokesman from the MJTF said that it was indeed a tragedy that Santa Claus
had caused this confrontation, but this should be a lesson to anyone who tries
to give to everyone without permission from the welfare department, and that
gathering sensitive data without a permit from official sources will be stopped
by any means.
FBI spokesman Bob Pricks, the former national Abortion Poster Child of 1944,
relayed that "We are dealing with a madman. We have cut off all electricity,
water, and communications to the compound. Santa Claus has demanded that we
relay a message to the world. It reads, 'Merry Christmas to all and to all a
good night.' FBI psychological experts are presently analyzing the message,
however, preliminary reports indicate this is an encrypted threat to invade the
neighboring towns near the North Pole. It may also be a doomsday message that
the cult intends to commit suicide, like Jonestown."
Shortly after the raid, a smiling Reno was seen strolling through the pile of
rubbish looking for anatomically correct Barbie dolls. She claimed that she was
going to confiscate any that she found as "evidence" and that they were for a
personal investigation that she was conducting.
Attorney General Reno also disclosed some information about plans to raid Mr.
E. Ster Bunny sometime next spring. According to the FBI's report on Mr. Bunny,
he has been hoarding food all year. This is in direct violation of a secret
Presidential Directive. "This ingratitude for everything that we have done will
stop, even if it means raiding every house in the USA to enforce these new laws
that were made to insure your freedom...." Reno said.
This, boys and girls, should make us all sleep just a little bit better
tonight. The government will protect us from overindulging in freedom. If they
didn't step in and take control of that "naughty/nice" list, just think what
shape we might be in...
-= christmas =-= 172 =---------------------------------------------------------
I Saw Mommy Smootchin' Santy Claus
by Homer and Jethro
(sung with a country twang to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus")
I saw Mommy smootchin' Santy Claus
Underneath the Christmas tree last night.
She puckered up her lips. Pleasure he
was a-seekin'.
She missed his mouth and kissed his nose,
and the dog-gone thing was a-leekin'.
Then I heared Mommy tell old Santy Claus,
"Santy, you have got to change your ways.
Go and get yourself a shave,
then I will be your slave.
Smootchin you is just
like smootchin' Gabby Hayes."
I saw Mommy smootchin' Santy Claus
Underneath the Christmas tree last night.
Their smootchin was so loud, it woke up
Uncle Fudd.
It sounded like a cow a pullin her foot
out of the mud.
Then I shot Santy with a BB gun
And you should have heard old Santy squawk.
Then he jumped about ten feet
And he took off up the street
And he hollered, "Merry Christmas to you all."
-= christmas =-= 173 =---------------------------------------------------------
I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus
by D M Goldstein
(sung to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus")
I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
when we Christmas shopped last night.
They didn't see me creep
into the John to take a leak,
they thought that they were all alone
and so a kiss they sneaked. (oh)
I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus
underneath his suit of red and white.
What a laugh it would have been
if Mom had only seen
Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night!
-= christmas =-= 174 =---------------------------------------------------------
I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus
by Kip Adotta
(sung to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus")
I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
He didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep.
He thought that I was upstairs in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white.
There must be some mistake;
Was I really awake?
I rubbed my eyes and moved in close, a better look to take.
Then I saw Daddy hugging Santa Claus.
He took his hand and pulled him to the couch.
It must have been just fine;
Santa didn't mean to mind.
Then Daddy moved across the room to pour them both some wine.
Then I saw Daddy fondle Santa Claus,
And on his ear he nibbled now and then.
I crawled across the floor,
I hid behind the door,
I left it open just a crack so I could see some more.
Then I saw Daddy undress Santa Claus.
They quickly threw their clothes on our big chair.
Well, much to my surprise,
I couldn't believe my eyes!
It wasn't Santa after all but Mommy in disguise,
When I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath to mistletoe last night.
Oh what I laugh it would have been,
If I had REALLY seen,
Daddy kissing Santa Claus laast niiiiiiight!!!
-= christmas =-= 175 =---------------------------------------------------------
I Saw Elvis Dressed As Santa Claus
by The Fibs
(sung to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus")
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
in my hometown shopping mall last night.
I knew it must be him
Santa is a very slim. (???)
And his sideburns where much darker
than the whiskers on his chin.
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
hiding under that beard of snowy white.
Then I saw his whiskers slip,
when he curled his lip.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Spoken:
Yessiree, I saw Elvis sitting on Santa's throne.
Really I did, and I'm gonna call the Enquirer,
Because after all,
Suspicious minds wanna know.
He had blue suede boots and bells,
you should have seen it for yourselves.
Sung:
And did you ever wonder why it is
they call his helpers Elves?
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
hiding under that beard of snowy white.
Oh you can imagine my surprise,
when I saw through his disguise.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Well, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
in my hometown shopping mall last night.
He was sitting in Santa's chair;
little sister pulling on his hair.
And I heard him say "Now don't be cruel,
you'll get a teddy bear."
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
hiding underneath that beard of snowy white.
Then I saw his whiskers slip,
when he curled his lip.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Well it makes me wanna sing
Blue Christmas like the King.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Elvis here, Elvis there, Elvis everywhere!
I heard him say "Now don't be cruel,
you'll get a teddy bear."
-= christmas =-= 176 =---------------------------------------------------------
A Christmas Carol
by Tom Lehrer
Christmas time is here by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill a cup and don't 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 can't get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four
Relations sparing no expense will
Send some useless old utensil
Or a matching pen and pencil
Just the thing I need... how nice
It doesn't matter how sincere it
Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit
Sentiment will not endear it
What's important is the price
Hark the Herald Tribune sings
Advertising wondrous things
God rest ye merry merchants
May ye 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, Chris Kringle
Driving his reindeer across the sky
Don't stand underneath when they fly by
-= christmas =-= 177 =---------------------------------------------------------
Santa Claus Is Watching You
by Ray Stevens
Now babydoll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum,
honey-bunch, angel face,
You know you better be good
And act like two fine lovers should.
Be careful what you say and do
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
You'd better kiss and hold me tight.
Give me good lovin' every night.
Cause you'll be sorry if ya make me blue
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He's everywhere, he's everywhere.)
Well you may thing you can sneak around,
get away with something
But there ain't no way, Cause Santa's no fool,
he's really super cool.
He's the secret head of the CIA.
(Eesh, Iish, crime don't pay)
You can't do nothin' cause you're never alone
He's even got a wire tap on your phone.
So baby if you ever do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you're crying too.
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He's everywhere, he's everywhere.)
Every Christmas season, he climbs on his sled full of toys,
With fuel exhaust, side mirrors, foxtails, mudflaps, and
leopard-skin seats covers
And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys.
Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid,
Donner and Blitzen,
and Bruce and Marvin, Leon, Cletus and George and Bill and Slick,
and Do-right, Clyde and Ace and Blackie and Queenie, Prince
and Spot and Rover
(Say where's Rudolph - He's on a stakeout over at your house.)
You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away
Got a binocular focus on you everyday.
So baby if you ever do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you're crying too.
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He's everywhere, he's everywhere.)
Yeah Santa Claus is watching you
(he's everywhere oh lord have mercy)
Santa's got his eyes all over you.
You better watch out -
Ooh, look out there's Santa Claus peepin' around the corner
and shoot, you in deep trouble.
I don't think you understand the situation.
I got a call into the North Pole right now.
Them little elves gonna come down here
and whoop up on you.
I mean you gotta be true blue through and through
or Santa gonna get you.
-= christmas =-= 178 =---------------------------------------------------------
Christmas At Ground Zero
by Weird Al
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's music in the air
The sleigh bells are ringin' and the carolers are singin'
While the air raid sirens blare
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
The button has been pressed
The radio just let us know
That "This is not a test..."
Everywhere the atom bombs are droppin'
It's the end of all humanity
No more time for last minute shoppin'
It's time to face your final destiny
Well, it's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath a mushroom cloud
You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop
Or Jack Frost on your windowsill
But if someone's climbin' down your chimney
You better load your gun and shoot to kill
Oh, it's Christmas at Ground Zero
And if the radiation level's okay
I'll go out with you and see the all new
Mutations on New Year's Day
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Just seconds left to go
I'll duck and cover with my yuletide lover
Underneath the mistletoe
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Now the missiles are on their way
What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday
What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday
-= christmas =-= 179 =---------------------------------------------------------
You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch
by Dr. Seuss
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus;
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana with a greasy, black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders;
There's garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine
and a half foot pole.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks;
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch, the three words that best describe you
are as follows and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk!"
-= christmas =-= 180 =---------------------------------------------------------
The Who Song
from Dr. Seuss's "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"
"Abu, dores, Abu dores, [What are they actually saying?]
Welcome Christmas bring your light,
Abu dores, Abu dores, Welcome Christmas, Christmas day...
Abu, damus, abu damus, Christmas day is in our grasp,
so long as we have hands to clasp...
Abu dores, abu dores welcome Christmas, Christmas day!"
-= christmas =-= 181 =---------------------------------------------------------
Mr Icicle, Mr Snow
from "The Year Without a Santa Claus"
(Mr. Heat Miser and Mr Cold Miser sing a dueling duet.)
I'm Mr. Icicle, I'm Mr. Snow.
I'm Mr. White Christmas, I'm Mr. Ten-Below.
Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch.
I'm too much!
(too much!)
I never want to see a day that's over forty degrees.
I'd rather have 30, 20, 10, 5 and freeze!
[mini Snowy clones come out, as Snow Miser pirouettes and provides the
"Brrrrrrrrrrrr" background]
He's Mr. Icicle, he's Mr. Snow.
He's Mr. Green Christmas, He's Mr. Ten-Below.
[Snowy again]
Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch.
I'm too much!
(too much!)
[must give the guys equal time, so]
I'm Mr. Heatblister, I'm Mr. Sun.
I'm Mr. Green Christmas, I'm Mr. Hundred-and-One.
They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much.
(too much!)
I never want to know a day that's under 60 degrees.
I'd rather have it 70, 80, 90, 100 degrees.
Some like it hot, but I like it REALLY hot!
[Miser mini-clones come in]
He's Mr. Heatblister, he's Mr. Sun.
He's Mr. Green Christmas, he's Mr. Hundred-and-One.
[the hothead sings again]
They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much.
(too much!)
-= christmas =-= 182 =---------------------------------------------------------
I'll Be Cloned For Christmas
by D M Goldstein, 1988
(sung to the tune "I'll Be Home For Christmas")
I'll be cloned for Christmas,
there'll be three of me;
One to Work, and One to Shop,
and One just for Parties.
Christmas Eve, I'm certain,
I won't be alone;
I'll be home for Christmas,
or else I'll send a Clone!
-= christmas =-= 183 =---------------------------------------------------------
Have A Merry Military Christmas
Little Johhny Johnson wants an M-16.
Sister Suzi wants an Uzi and a sub-machine.
Kids are making wishes and wartime strategies,
Singing, 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace.'
Buy war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday!
Santa traded in his red cap for a Green Beret.
Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play,
And have a very, merry, military day!
Jamie wants the lastest deadly laser gun.
Little Tommy asked his mommy for his own B-1.
Kids are dropping napalm on their Christmas trees,
Singing, 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace.'
Buy war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday!
Santa knows the missile toes the line in every way.
Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play,
And have a very, merry, military day!
We all have our fingers crossed,
For another cold war frost,
Singing, 'Oh by golly,
Let's be jolly,
Deck the Holocaust!'
Darling Danny Simpson armed his own brigade,
Staged a coup and overthrew the Christmas day parade.
Kids are roasting chestnuts and burning MRE's,
Singing 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace!'
By war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday!
Santa fired his reindeer; now he flies the Enola Gay.
Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play,
And have a very, merry, military day!
And have a very, scary, military day!
Singing 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peeeace!'
-= christmas =-= 184 =---------------------------------------------------------
Wonder Where I Am
(sung like the movie 'Arthur' to the tune "Winter Wonderland")
At the office Christmas party,
I started out with a Bacardi.
I didn't get saused,
But, right now, I'm lost!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
I had a beer at my brother's,
Had egg nog at my mother's,
Then two bottles of wine.
Which automobile's mine?
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
Someone caught me dancing with a snowman.
Policemen came and put me in their car.
They asked, 'Are you drunk?' And I said, 'No, man,
But could you drop me off at the next bar?'
I guess my wife must be missing;
Who's this dog that I kissing?
They say his name's 'Spot',
And he likes me...a lot!!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
I was looking for a lady I could dance with,
And so I stood beneath the mistletoes.
Someone said, 'You'd have a better chance if
You take the lamp shade off and put back on your clothes'!
Well it's time to be going.
I'm naked! Is it still snowing?
It's time I should leave,
But I'll be back New Year's Eve!!!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
Have you seen my hat; I wouldn't want to freeze!
What a party!! Don't you wish you were me?!?!?
-= christmas =-= 185 =---------------------------------------------------------
Computer Wonderland
by D M Goldstein 1983
(sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland")
Axes swing, are you listenin'?
Gold and jewels, how they glisten.
A beautiful sight, ADVENTURE at night,
playing in Computer Wonderland.
(Bridge:)
In the KINGDOM we can feed the peasants,
or plot our BIORYTHM for a year;
Save the universe from Cylons playing STARTREK,
or even try BACKGAMMON if you dare.
Later on, we'll play WUMPUS;
Zing those bats when they thump us.
OTHELLO's just fine, I win every time,
playing in Computer Wonderland.
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Nuclear Winter Wonderland
(sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland")
Hello kids, are you listening?
In Kiev, things are glistening
A beautiful sight
We're happy tonight
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
It began in Chernobyl
But the cloud's goin' global
We'll all feel just fine
We'll sip iodine
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
Near the meltdown we can build a snowman
And we'll name him Andrei or Mikhail
Then we'll sit around and watch him glow, man
Until we duck the phosphorescent hail
Lots of folks will expire
As they sit by the fire
The stacks will look neat
Encased in concrete
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
La la la, la de da da
La la la, la de da da
La dee da da da
La dee da da da
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
Oh, we can all go have bone marrow transplants
Maybe somehow we will all survive
We'll have lots of fun in chemother'py
When we sport growths in 2025!
Gone away is the sun here
Here to stay is the nuclear
We'll play in the snow
We'll laugh and we'll glow
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland!
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Watch 'Em Glow
A Christmas Song for the Nuclear Age
(sung to the tune "Let It Snow")
Oh it happened quite late this morning,
The reactor gave a warning,
So as the walls start to flow,
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow....
Officials begin to wonder,
With the fault line running under,
If nukes were the way to go...
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow....
Oh the units were built in threes,
'Cause the number is funny and droll,
And now we can see the Chinese
A-wavin' at us from the hole!
Now the little black smudge is sister,
And my dog is just a blister,
But since it's their time to go,
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow....
Now they say the "event" was "unplanned,
Just a shift in the offshore shelf,
And that's why my thyroid gland
Is driving a car by itself!
Now grandmother aint too pretty,
And that hairless blob is kitty,
But she's eight more lives to go,
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow
Watch 'em Glow
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The Homeless Song (Reaganomics)
by D M Goldstein, 1988
(sung to the tune "The Christmas Song")
Homeless sitting by an open fire,
Frost-bite eating at their toes;
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
drive the kids to Overdose.
(Everybody knows,) George Bush is our new President,
and you know that isn't right;
Democrats, with fear in their eyes,
will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Reagan's had his way,
He spent lots of dough, and bought lots of arms in his day;
And every Mother's child has cause to fear,
Because Repulicans have four more years.
And, So, I'm offering this simple phrase,
for men eighteen to thirty-three,
although it's been said that there won't be a draft,
get out of here; get out of here; find another Country.
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A New Jersey Christmas Song
by the NJ Editorial Minstrel (C) copyright 1990
(sung to the tune "A Christmas Song")
Tax cuts burning on an open fire
Our Gov'ner turns to stoke the coals
{or} Gov'ner turns and thumbs his nose
{or} Exxon brakes another hose
Protest songs being sung by a choir
and folks get laid off by the drove
Education plans are changing by the moment now,
please help us make our students bright.
Pension plans being paid by the towns.
We may sleep on the street tonight.
We know the tax mans on his way.
He's loaded lots of fee increases in his sleigh.
Our health insurance plan has gone awry.
Our referendum bill unhappily has died.
And so I wonder if this Florio plan
is understood by only you.
It looks awful bad, so for now I'll just say...
Merry Christmas to you.
We know the tax mans on his way.
He's loaded lots of fee increases in his sleigh.
Our car insurance plans have gone awry.
The D. M. V. fees have shot right up to the sky.
And so I wonder if the Florio plan
is understood by more than two.
Our States' at a loss , but alas I still say...
Merry Christmas to you.
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Christmas Is Revolting
by the Elves
Christmas, a special time of year;
suicides, moldy fruitcake and shop-lifting.
Santa, he struts and smells like beer;
You know he ripped off all the toys that he'll be bringing
Tinsel, holly, mistle-toe;
Heart attacks from shoveling snow.
Beggars in the street, eating reindeer meat
maybe it's someone you know.
Christmas, a time for shopping sprees.
Your credit rating's on a sleigh ride to disaster.
Checkbooks, cash and credit cards will all be there
to help you make that sleigh ride faster
The Yuletide season's just begun.
Christmas sucks and so does Santa - na na na na na, na na na na.
Time for office parties
Jingle Bells, Rudolph smells, Pokey runs away.
We're sick of making toys for ugly girls and boys
We know why lions eat their young.
Christmas is something to avoid, pushing shoving,
Biting, scratching, kicking, screaming.
Christmas is like a hemorrhoid -
It's here today, gone tomorrow but
will flare again next year.
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Up On The Housetop
Up on the housetop, reindeer say,
Santa Claus is becoming gay.
He's queered Donner and Blitzen too,
When he comes down the chimney, he'll get YOU!
Up on the housetop, what's that noise?
Santa's playing with little boys.
Now we can tell the truth at last,
Santa Claus is a pederast!
Up on the housetop, what's it gonna be,
Christmas presents, or sodomy?
Santa will give you a gift of sorts,
A textbook case of venereal warts!
Up on the housetop, who'll be first
To slake old Santa's sexual thirst?
If only the smoke wouldn't get in his eyes,
I see a hole that's about his size.
Up on the housetop, HO HO HO!
Santa's brought your Christmas snow.
While you enjoy it, he'll reach in his sack,
And give you a gift of the finest crack.
Frosty the Snowman is Big and White.
He chases little children late at night!
If he can catch them, you know what he'll do,
Snow-ball them 'til they're black and blue.
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Mr Santa Claus
by D M Goldstein, 1987
(sung to the tune "Mr Bojangles")
I met a man named Santa, and he'd pose with you,
In a red suit.
Silver hair, a red jacket, a long white beard,
and big black boots.
He'd fly so high, oh, he'd fly so high,
and then he'd "Ho ho ho!"
I met him in a Sears in Alaska, he was
down and out.
He looked to me to be the eyes of age,
as he spoke right out.
He talked of elves, yeah, he talked of elves,
smiled, "Ho ho ho"'ed and stepped.
(Chorus:)
Mr Santa Claus. Mr Santa Claus. Mr Santa Claus. "Nick."
He made toys for the girls and boys at County Fairs,
throughout the South,
He spoke in tears of eight reindeer, how they and him
just flew about.
Now they've all retired, oh, they've all retired,
They stay home Christmas Eve.
He said "They'd prance at every chance when they would land
on roofs like planes,
But most 'the time they'd sit around pole and play
Those reindeer games."
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I thought I heard a "Ho ho ho!"
(repeat Chorus and end.)
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Santa Claus
by D M Goldstein 1985
(sung to the tune "Rocket Man")
I packed my bags last night for flight;
Zero hour, one A.M.;
And I'm gonna be high in my sleigh by then.
I miss the Pole so much, I miss my wife;
It's lonely out in space
On such a famous flight.
(Chorus:)
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
before you get your gifts; you've yet to find
I'm not the man you think I am at all,
Oh no, no, no; because I'm Santa Claus.
Santa Claus, flying with my reindeer 'cross the sky.
The Pole ain't the kind of place to raise your kids;
In fact, it's cold as hell;
But there's elves to baby-sit them if you did.
And all these 'Go-bots' I don't understand;
It's just my job one day a year.
Santa Claus, I'm Santa Claus.
(repeat Chorus and end.)
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Farrakhan Is Coming To Town
from MAD Magazine 12/94
(sung to the tune "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town")
Sung to Santa Claus is Coming To Town
You better be black
You better be straight
You better admit that Hitler was great
Farrakhan is coming to town
He wears a bow-tie
He's got a real flare
You shouldn't mess with his bodygurds there
Farrakhan is coming to town
You see that he mens business
You see he's not a fake
He's angry if you disagree
So agree for Islam's sake
At stirring up crowds
He's surely a whiz
He'll show you just what a demagogue is
Farrakhan is coming to town!
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The Gingrinch That Stole Xmas
by Mark D. Harmon (journalism and broadcasting professor at Texas Tech
University, Lubbock, Texas.)
All the Whos down in Whoville took little note. Some listened to fear. Some
didn't vote. Little did they know a Gingrinch did lurk. He'd been scheming for
years to do evil work. The Whos were surprised to find in everyone's house, a
fat grinning rat dressed as a church mouse.
"I'm the Gingrinch," he bleated. "You Whos must be told that hope's been
defeated." The Whos looked around in shock and dismay. Who could have dreamed
such a strange thing to say? The Gingrinch, however, took little heed. He had
an agenda; it started with greed.
The Gingrinch chortled and let out a hideous laugh. He bellowed and beckoned
and brought out his staff. "This is Jesse, Strom, Alphonse, Henry, Bob, and
Kay; we have so much contract work to do today. We intend to change Christmas,
the whole Christmas season. We've got a new message; we've made a new reason."
The Whos looked surprised at the motley rat crew, but the Gingrinch insisted
they knew what to do. "Christmas now will mean so much more. Christmas now,"
Gingrinch sneered, "will mean blaming the poor."
"It's their fault," he drooled, "that they face gloom and doom. If they had
any sense, they'd come out of a different womb." The Who families held hands,
grimaced and snuggled. They remembered how together they had worked and
struggled. The Gingrinch, however, blabbed on unabated. He knew what he wanted;
he knew who he hated.
"This Head Start," the Gingrinch said very slow. "It teaches kids to think.
It helps them to grow. This Head Start," he scowled, "is the first thing to go.
Then abortion is next," dictated the Gingrinch, "but care for a child gets none
of our worth. Life begins at conception and ends at birth." Then he took away
job training, food stamps, and student loans. He heard all the pain; the
Gingrinch liked to hear groans.
"Now let's give to the rich; they've got it already. It keeps my campaign
contributions rolling in steady. And I'm tough on crime, that's what I'm
sellin', excepting, of course, those poor S&L felons. Remember that I want to
keep you all free. Let's start by making you pray like me."
All the Whos now were praying the nightmare would end, but the Gingrinch kept
planning to borrow and spend. With each falling snowflake, the Gingrinch grew
bolder, and the Whos remembered his ideas were much older.
"I want noise, lots of toys. Set my mind to race. I want tanks, bazookas,
and lasers in space." The Gingrinch insisted, "Raid the pensions. Tax the poor.
This voodoo will work, this time, I'm sure. Why I even dare to cut Medicare.
I'll need all this loot, and we'll find a new enemy or my name isn't Newt!"
That Christmas in Whoville tested the spirit of Yule. Few Whos could afford
to pay Newt's private school. Holly cost dearly, so Who's sprinkled twigs with
sage. Then Gingrinch abolished the minimum wage. Who children missed the
animals that used to freely roam.
The Gingrinch had sold off the parks they called home. Belching pipes now
polluted the water and air. Sick and old couldn't pay for the simplest care.
Yet on Christmas Eve as the stars shone through the haze, Whos ventured out
with a determined gaze. They held hands and sung, "Who Who Hooray. Der flugel.
Der flugel. Callou and callay. Welcome Christmas. Christmas Day. Bahoo Dore.
Sing of cheer. Sing of whos far and near. Sing of whos no longer fearing. The
Gingrinch is going, election day is nearing."
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Twas The Newt Before Christmas
by Dean Bakopoulos
Twas the night before Christmas and throughout the White House
Al Gore was eyeing Hillary, peering into her blouse.
The Secret Service men were guarding the premises with care,
For a whole host of Democrats were vacationing there.
Chelsea was nestled all snug in her bed
After locking out Mr. Kennedy and the dirty thoughts in his head.
And Bill in his sportcoat; a heavy grey tweed,
Had just fried his brain with some Mexican weed.
When out in the garden came a plethora of noise,
All drunken and rowdy: 'twas Gingrich and the boys!
Bill jumped to the window, and tore open the sash,
"It's a raid boys!" he cried, "Quick, go hide my stash!"
The pot in his blood and the moon on the snow
Gave a psychedelic haze to the objects below.
When what to Bill's frantic eyes should appear,
But a slew of Republicans and a keg of ice beer,
With a big old leader, all lively and fat;
He knew it was Newt, "Proponent of GATT!"
As vicious as vipers, the Republicans came,
And Bill recognized them and called them by name.
"Hey Helms! Hey Thurmond! Hey Packwood and Hatch!
Hey Dole and Pataki, it's time for a bash!"
A collective cheer rose out from the crowd,
"Let's listen to Nugent, and turn it up loud!"
Together Dems and Republicans danced and sang out in cheer,
"Screw Health Care and Haiti, it's time to drink beer!"
When from the chimney, came a blinding black cloud of soot,
And Limbaugh danced from the fireplace in a red Santa suit.
He moved through the crowd, then held up his hand
And when all was silent, he did a keg stand.
And the crowd raised their cups, as Newt bowed down in prayer,
And champagne flowed freely, just like welfare.
As Kennedy and Reno romped in the Green Room,
The rest of the crooks outlined their Hidden Agenda of Doom:
"We'll pray in schools, we'll shove it down their throats!"
"More welfare, more taxes, we'll still get the votes!"
And they drank, hugged, and danced, they crossed party lines,
And they cheered, "It doesn't matter, we're all bastard swines!"
So they threw out allegiance and partisan crap
And took turns sitting on the president's lap.
And Gephardt and Dole passed out on the lawn,
And awoke in the morning without their pants on.
And Packwood gave Tipper a pat on the rear,
While Judge Thomas and Miss Hill went out for more beer.
Then the party-goers discovered a sight so touching and cute,
President Clinton fast asleep, snuggled up next to Newt.
Santa Limbaugh smiled and threw up on his boots,
"A Merry Clinton to all, and to all a good Newt!"
Copyright 1994, by The Michigan Review, Inc.
All Rights Reserved
Written by Dean Bakopoulos, University of Michigan
Typed laboriously by Ryan Posly, University of Michigan
Thanks to Gregory Parker, University of Michigan
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Merry Christmas From The Legal Department
I. Though we, the "Greetor," wish you well
In our Holiday Entreaty,
We limit all your claims, Dear Friend
(Hereinafter called the "Greetee").
II. We wish you dreams of Sugar Plums
And dancing Christmas Lights,
But if these Fancies come to Naught
You have no Vested Rights.
III. In no case shall we be at fault
In Implied Claims of Fitness,
And all Writs of Depression must
Be Sworn before a Witness.
IV. Although our Approbations
Are Warranted full free
Of Defects in Sincerity
There is no Guaranty.
V. Whenever there's a Conflict
These, our Contract Terms, will rule;
The "Greetee" then is on his own
To have a Happy Yule.
VI. We hope that You, Your Kith and Kin
Find Christmas Viability;
But if You don't, note now that We
Decline all Liability.
VII. So if you don't hear Sleigh Bells ring,
Or smell the fresh cut Pines,
You have, "Greetee," Released our Firm,
Successors, and Assigns.
VIII. And if Our Heartfelt Christmas Wish
By Counter Claim is marred,
We may, at our Sole Option,
Repossess this Christmas Card.
Accepted: _____________
(Greetee)
Witness: _____________
(Originally by Edward G. McManus, Marlborough, MA; published in the December,
1981 copy of some computer magazine)
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The Willamette University Finals Week Christmas Carol
(sung to the tune "Hark, the Herald Angels sing")
It's that special time of year,
Finals Week is drawing near!
Study hard for every class,
Pray to God that you will pass.
Lots of sorrow, lots of stress,
Even worse than P.M.S.,
Social life goes down the drain,
Yes, it's Finals Week again!
It's that special time of year,
Finals Week is drawing near!
Western Civ and Spanish III,
Econ and Psychology,
Physics and Organic Chem
Keep you up till 3 a.m.
Swill some coffee, stay up late,
Study till you can't see straight,
Caffeine is your closest friend,
Yes, it's Finals Week again!
It's that special time of year,
Finals Week is drawing near!
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Chemistry Christmas Carols
From: grandish@kits.sfu.ca (Gavin Lee Grandish)
1. The Chemistry Teacher's Coming To Town
2. I'm Dreaming Of A White Precipitate
3. Silent Labs
4. Deck The Labs
5. The Twelve Days Of Chemistry
6. Test Tubes Bubbling
7. O Little Melting Particle
8. We Wish You A Happy Halogen
9. Chemistry Wonderland
10. I Saw Teacher Kissing Santa Chlorine
11. O Come All Ye Gases
12. We Three Students Of Chemistry Are
13. Iron The Red Atom Molecule
14. Lab Reports
15. Silver nitrate
1. The Chemistry Teacher's Coming to Town
You better not weigh
You better not heat
You better not react
I'm telling you now
The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town.
He's collecting data
He's checking it twice
He's gonna find out
The heat of melting ice
The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town.
He sees you when you're decanting
He knows when you titrate
He knows when you are safe or not
So wear goggles for goodness sake.
Oh, you better not filter
And drink your filtrate
You better not be careless and spill your precipitate.
The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town.
2. I'm Dreaming of a White Precipitate
I'm dreaming of a white precipitate
just like the ones I used to make
Where the colors are vivid
and the chemist is livid
to see impurities in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white precipitate
with every chemistry test I write
May your equations be balanced and right
and may all your reactions be bright.
3. Silent Labs
Silent labs, difficult labs
All with math, all with graphs
Observations of colors and smells
Calculations and graph curves like bells
Memories of tests that have past
Oh, how long will chemistry last?
Silent labs, difficult labs
All with math, all with graphs
Lots of equations that need balancing
Gas pressure problems that make my head ring
Santa Chlorine's on his way
Oh, Please Santa bring me an 'A'.
4. Deck the Labs
Deck the labs with rubber tubing
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Use your funnel and your filter
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don we now our goggles and aprons
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Before we go to our lab stations
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Fill the beakers with solutions
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Mix solutions for reactions
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Watch we now for observations
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
So we can collect our data
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
5. The Twelve Days Of Chemistry
On the first day of chemistry
My teacher gave to me
A candle from Chem Study.
(second day) two asbestos pads
(third day) three little beakers
(fourth day) four work sheets
(fifth day) five golden moles
(sixth day) six flaming test tubes
(seventh day) seven unknown samples
(eighth day) eight homework problems
(ninth day) nine grams of salt
(tenth day) a ten page test
(eleventh day) eleven molecules
(twelfth day) a twleve point quiz
6. Test Tubes Bubbling
(to the tune of "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire")
Test tubes bubbling in a water bath
Strong smells nipping at ypur nose.
Tiny molecules with their atoms all aglow
Will find it hard to be inert tonight.
They know that Chlorine's on its way
He's loaded lots of little electrons on his sleigh
And every student's slide rule is on the sly
To see if the teacher really can multiply.
And so I offer you this simple phrase
To chemistry students in this room
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry molecules to you.
7. O Little Melting Particle
(to the tune of "O Little Town Of Bethlehem")
Para Dichloro Benzene
how do you melt so well?
The plateau of your cooling curve
is really something swell.
We think the heat of fusion
of water is so nice
Give up fourteen hundred cals per mole
and what you get is ice.
8. We Wish You a Happy Halogen
We wish you a happy halogen
We wish you a happy halogen
We wish you a happy halogen
To react with a metal.
Good acid we bring
to you and your base.
We wish you a merry molecule
and a happy halogen.
9. Chemistry Wonderland
Gases explode, are you listenin'
In your test tube, silver glistens
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
Walking in a chemistry wonderland.
Gone away, is the buoyancy
Here to stay, is the density
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
Walking in a chemistry wonderland.
In the beaker we will make lead carbonate
and decide if what's left is nitrate
My partner asks "Do we measure it in moles or grams?"
and I'll say, "Does it matter in the end?"
Later on, as we calculate
the amount, of our nitrate
We'll face unafraid, the precipitates that we made
walking in a chemistry wonderland.
10. I Saw Teacher Kissing Santa Chlorine
I saw teacher kissing Santa Chlorine
under the chemistree last night
They didn't sneak me down the periodic chart
to take a peek
At all the atoms reacting in their beakers;
it was neat.
And I saw teacher kissing Santa Chlorine
under the chemistree so bright
Oh what a reaction there would have been
if the principal had walked in
With teacher kissing Santa Chlorine last night.
11. O Come All Ye Gases
O Come all yea gases
diatomic wonders
O come yea, o come yea
calls Avogadro.
O come yea in moles
6 x 10 to the 23rd
O molar mass and molecules
O volume, pressure and temperature
O molar volume of gases at S.T.P.
12. We Three Students Of Chemistry Are
We three students of chemistry are
taking tests that we think are hard
Stoichiometry, volumes and densities
worrying all the time.
O room of wonder
room of fright
Room of thermites
blinding light:
With your energies
please don't burn us
Help us get our labs all right.
13. Iron the Red Atom Molecule
(to the tune of "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer")
There was Cobalt and Argon and Carbon and Fluorine
Silver and Boron and Neon and Bromine
But do you recall
the most famous element of all?
Iron the red atom molecule
had a very shiny orbital
And if you ever saw him
You'd enjoy his magnetic glow
All of the other molecules
used to laugh and call him Ferrum
They never let poor Iron
join in any reaction games.
Then one inert Chemistry eve
Santa came to say
Iron with your orbital so bright
won't you catalyze the reaction tonight?
Then how the atoms reacted
and combined in twos and threes
Iron the red atom molecule
you'll go down in Chemistry!
14. Lab Reports
(to the tune of "Jingle Bells")
Dashing through the lab
with a tan page lab report
Taking all those tests
and laughing at them all
Bells for fire drills ring
making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
a chemistry song tonight.
Oh, lab report, lab reports,
reacting all the way
Oh what fun it is to study
for a chemistry test today, Hey!
Chemistry test, chemistry test
isn't it a blast
Oh what fun it is to take
a chemistry test and pass.
15. Silver Nitrate
(to the tune of "Silver Bells")
Silver nitrate, silver nitrate
it's chemistry time in the lab
Ding-a-ling, with a copper ring
soon it will be chemistry day.
Take your nitrate, in solution
Add your copper with style
In the beaker there's a feeling of reactions
silver forming, blue solution
Bringing ooh's ah's and wows
now the data procesing begins.
Get the mass, change to moles
what is the ratio with copper?
Write an equation, balance it
we're glad it's Chemistry Day.
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Luke Blaser, a fellow Military Police Officer wrote this in 1989 for the MPs at
Ft. Campbell:
Twas The Night Before Christmas At Ft. Campbell
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all over post
Everybody was speeding,
And all loved to boast.
As they sped out the gates,
They shouted with glee,
"The MPs are slow,
They'll never catch me."
With my book full of tickets,
And radar in hand,
I set out to write
Every knob in the land.
I scratched my forehead,
And pondered a bit,
Texas and Chaffee
Is where I would sit.
I'd no sooner set up,
And tested the gun
When I heard the whining
Of the faithful K-1.
Then 20, then 30, then 40,
Then more,
I reached for the radio,
"Stop outbound Gate 4."
With my blue lights a flashing,
I raced towards the gate
In hopes that I
Would not be too late.
As I pulled in behind it,
I stared with dismay.
The guys at the gate
Had stopped a red sleigh.
I bit my lip,
As I said with a sneer,
"traffic stop...gate four,
...on nine tiny deer."
He was a jolly fat man,
Dressed all in red,
With empty beer cans
Piled up in his sled.
His nose was bright red,
His eyes twinkled a bit,
It was not hard to tell
That Santa was lit!
"Santa, you've got no license
For your sleigh or your deer.
Step out of the sled
And move to the rear."
He failed every test,
Then did he fuss,
With a mouth like a sailor,
He started to cuss.
He was cursing at me,
And cursing at others,
And then made a comment concerning my mother.
"Santa," I said,
"You don't deserve any slack
Put your hands on the trunk
And walk your feet back."
He started to boil
And then acted tough
So we spun him around
And slapped on the cuffs.
As I cuffed him
I heard him say to himself,
"You're just hassling me
Because I'm an elf."
Kicking and fighting
We threw him in back,
Impounded his sleigh
And took his reindeer to SAC.
When we got to the station,
He was raising all hell
And it shook the whole building
When he was thrown in the cell.
He wanted a lawyer
And he blew a two-four
And then Mrs. Claus
Showed up at the door.
He left with his wife,
In a very quiet way,
And we gave him back
His deer and the sleigh.
The news would soon spread,
All over the land,
About the night at Ft. Campbell,
When Santa got slammed.
And I was the bad guy,
Some people would say
For stopping the old elf
In his bright crimson sleigh.
And I heard him shout
As they drove out of sight,
"Don't expect any toys
Under your tree tonight!"
-= christmas =-= 201 =---------------------------------------------------------
(sung to the tune "Deck The Halls")
Deck us all with Boston Charley,
Walla Walla WA and Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezing on the trolley,
Swaller-dollar cauliflower alley-garoo!
Don't you know archaic barrel,
Lullabye, Lily-boy, Louisville Lou!
Trolley Molley don't love Harold,
Booley-booley Pensacooley hullaballoo!
- Walt Kelly (Pogo)
-= christmas =-= 202 =---------------------------------------------------------
Twas The Night Before Finals
Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen up their thinking.
In my own apartment,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were shot.
I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.
When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Off
Ambled inside.
His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
He started to bellow:
"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On last year's exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And last minute crams!"
His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing
Outside in the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to All, a good test."
- Chad W. Sclove
-= christmas =-= 203 =---------------------------------------------------------
Intel's Night Before Christmas
From: ibrahim@leland.stanford.edu (Nabeel Robert Ibrahim)
Twas the night before Christmas
And all over the Net,
All the posts about Intel
Made everyone fret,
The whiners were vocal,
They wouldn't shut up,
Complaining about Intel's,
FDIV cover up.
The engineers were nestled
All snug in their labs,
Worrying about Intel's,
Mistake in the fabs.
They made up excuses
On how they're affected.
They called upon Intel
And were promptly rejected.
And soon IBM jumped
Right into the fray.
"We'll stop shipping Pentiums,
As of later today."
But their statement was just
More political lies.
Because they said the next day,
"We're still shipping those dies!"
But from where came this noise
And vindictive clatter
About a minor flaw
That should not have mattered.
Well there was a math prof
Doing work in V A,
He came to realize that
Divs shouldn't happen this way.
So Prof. Nicely described
The bug that he had found.
It wasn't too long later
That news got around.
Lots of people complained
Without reason or rhyme
Just because number five
Equaled four point nine nine.
The media latched on
And rumors were spread,
It took no time to proclaim
That Intel was dead.
As I was reading more news,
A thought came to me.
Intel can't possibly die,
They have a monopoly,
So on Andy, on Craig,
On Gordon and Vin,
Make sure with P6,
This doesn't happen again!
As I logged off, I thought,
"This debate is absurd."
So I soon logged back in
And uttered these words.
"There are too many issues,
I refuse to take sides.
Merry Christmas to all,
And watch your divides."
HO, HO, HO!!
-= christmas =-= 204 =---------------------------------------------------------
Twas The Net Before Christmas
by Jim Trudeau & Jay Trudeau (1991)
With apologies to Clement C. Moore
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nets
Not a mousie was stirring, not even the pets.
The floppies were stacked by the modem with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The files were nestled all snug in a folder
The screen saver turned on, the weather was colder.
And leaving the keyboard along with my mouse
I turned from the screen to the rest of the house.
When up from the drive there arose such a clatter
I turned to the screen to see what was the matter.
Away to the mouse I flew like a flash,
Zoomed open a window in fear of a crash...
The glow from the screen on the keyboard below
Gave an electronic luster to all my macros.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a little sleigh icon with eight tiny reindeer
And a tiny disk driver so SCSI and quick
I knew in a nano it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than trackballs his cursors they came,
He whistled and shouted and FAXed them by name.
"Now Flasher! Now Dasher! Now Raster and Bixel!
On Phosphor! On Photon! On Baudrate and Pixel!
To the top of the stack. To the top of the heap."
Then each little reindeer made a soft beep.
As data that before the wild electrons fly,
When they meet with a node, mount to the drive,
So up to the screentop the cursors they flew
With a sleigh full of disks and databits, too.
And then in a twinkling I heard the high whine
Of a modem connecting at a baud rate so fine.
As I gazed at the screen with a puzzling frown
St. Nicholas logged on though I thought I was down.
He was dressed all in bytes from header to footer
And the words on the screen said "Don't you reboot 'er."
A bundle of bits he had flung on his back
And he looked like a programmer starting his hack.
His eyes how they glazed, his hair was so scary,
His cola was jolt, not flavored with cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a GIF
And the pixels of his beard sure gave me a lift.
The stump of a routine he held tight in his code
And I knew he had made it past the last node.
He spoke not a word but looked right at me
And I saw in a flash his file was .SEA.
He self-decompressed and I watched him unfold,
Into a jolly old elf, a sight to behold.
And the whispering sound of my hard drive's head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He went straight to his work without saying a word
And filled all the folders of this happy nerd.
And 'tis the whole truth, as the story is told,
That giving a nod up the window he scrolled,
He sprang to the serial port as if truly on fire
And away they all flew down the thin copper wire.
But I heard him exclaim as he scrolled out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
-= christmas =-= 205 =---------------------------------------------------------
(sung to the tune "Joy To The World")
End of the world
The bomb has come
Let earth receive her due
Let every single reprobate
Evaporate, disintegrate
And buildings crumble too
All over me and you
All over, all over
Our parents, too.
-= christmas =-= 206 =---------------------------------------------------------
Christmas Time At My House
Lutefisk boiling on the stove, Italians at the door
They spill a pan of meatballs all over Martha's floor
Uncle Heikki slips on them and starts a great big fight
It's Christmas time at my house, it's gonna be some night
The kids are on a sugar buzz they just won't go to bed
They got the latest video games dancing in their heads
They spotted Uncle Bruno snoozing next to me
They popped out his false teeth and hung 'em on the tree
Christmastime, food and wine, family, friend and foe
We celebrate His birthday by spending all our dough
Now we're broke and happy and full of Christmas cheer
It's just too bad that Christmastime comes only once a year
The mother-in-law's been drinking from a jug of Dago Red
She's dancing on the table with her bloomers on her head
The minister's on the organ playing rock around the clock
He tries to give a sermon but he's just too drunk to talk
The brother-in-law plays Santa Claus he's digging in his sack
The kids are shoving nickels down his big butt crack
He jumps up to chase them and his pants fall to his knees
He trips on Uncle Bruno and he totals out the tree
Christmastime, food and wine, family, friend and foe
We celebrate His birthday by spending all our dough
Now we're broke and happy and full of Christmas cheer
It's just too bad that Christmastime comes only once a year
-= christmas =-= 207 =---------------------------------------------------------
One Day After Christmas
It's one day after Christmas I'm crabby and I'm broke
I'm so full of ham and fruitcake I think I'm gonna croak
It's nice to see the relatives I wonder when they'll leave
They've been camping in my bathroom since early Christmas Eve
They're eating everything in sight and sleeping in my bed
I been sacked out in the basement with my beagle Fred
The relatives have all gone out and left their screaming brats
The toilet bowl is all plugged up and I can't find the cat
It's Christmastime at my house the relatives are here
They eat me out of house and home and drink up all my beer
I love the decorations and the sleigh bells in the snow
But I wish those pesky relatives would take their kids and go home
Those cookie crunchers fed the dog a twenty pound rib roast
His feet are sticking in the air like skinny old fence posts
Now they're in a free-for-all the girls against the boys
They're fighting over boxes 'cause they're bored with all their toys
My mother-in-law is snoring in my favorite TV chair
Those kids are stringing lights on her and tinseling her hair
I oughta wake her up before the fireworks begin
But I wanna see those blue sparks fly when they plug her in
It's Christmastime at my house the relatives are here
They eat me out of house and home and drink up all my beer
I love the decorations and the sleigh bells in the snow
But I wish those pesky relatives would take their kids and go home
-= christmas =-= 208 =---------------------------------------------------------
I'm Dreaming Of A Right Christmas,
by Andy Russo
(sung to the tune "White Christmas")
I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
More defense spending,
And taxes ending,
And deficits which never grow.
I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas,
With every budget bill I write,
May your town be tidy and white,
And may all your Christmases be Right.
I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the budget's tightened,
And children frightened,
Of orphanages where they'll go.
I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas,
With every free thinker I fight,
May we keep the oddballs out of sight,
And may all your Christmases be Right.
Copyright 1994, Andy Russo
-= christmas =-= 209 =---------------------------------------------------------
Walking In My Winter Underwear
(sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland")
Sleigh bells ring and I'm listening,
But I'm turning and twisting.
'Cause I'm itching up here,
And I'm scratching down there,
I'm walking in my winter underwear.
Now, the front is all battered,
And the back is is all tattered,
But, when I'm cold to the core,
I walk through the "trap door",
And up into my winter underwear.
Vell, I don't care if it rains or snows or freezes.
I yam so warm I yust don't give a hoot.
I put on all the stockings I can locate,
And I wear two pair of trousers with my suit.
But then I start to perspire
And then it sets me on fire.
'Cause I'm itching up here,
And I'm scratching down there,
I'm walking in my winter underwear.
Vinter snow is white and glistening,
But I'm turning and twisting.
I gotta scratch a little here,
I gotta scratch a little there.
I'm walking in my winter underwear.
I put my bathing suit away in moth balls,
And now I've got to adapt to snow balls.
Then I can't scratch my back;
I throw myself all aback.
I'm walking in my winter underwear.
Through rain and snow and ice I do not worry.
The winter come, I yust don't give a hoot.
My coat and hat and earmuffs keep my cozy
And I wear two pair of trousers with my suit.
But then to cope to other clothing,
Vell, the thing that I am loading,
Is when my face turn blue,
And contortions I go through,
Walking in my winter underwear.
They're from Sears-Rooobuuuck....
Walking in my winter underwear!
-= christmas =-= 210 =---------------------------------------------------------
Walkin' Round In Women's Underwear
from Bob Rivers' "Twisted Christmas"
(sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland")
Lacy things, the wife is missin'
Didn't ask, for her permission
I'm wearin' her clothes,
Her silk pan-ty hose,
Walkin' round in women's underwear
In the store, there's a teddy
With little straps, like spaghetti
It holds me so tight
Like handcuffs at night
Walking' round in women's underwear
In the office there's a guy named Melvin
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown
He'll say "are you ready?" We'll say "Whoa, Man!"
"Let's wait until the wife is out of town!"
Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress, like Madonna
Put on some eyeshade
And join the parade
Walkin' round in women's underwear
Lacy things, missin'
Didn't ask, permission
Wearin' her clothes
Silk panty hose
Walkin' round in women's underwear
Walkin' round in women's underwear
Walkin' round in women's underwear
-= christmas =-= 211 =---------------------------------------------------------
Grepping In A UNIX Wonderland
(sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland")
Let us ping, is it listening?
When you fing @snow.glistening
An FTP site, mgetting tonight,
Grepping in a '^(Unix|Wonderland)$'
Gone away: /usr/bin/sh,
Here to stay is tcsh
I'm in .deny (cron), my .newsrc's gone
Grepping in a '^(Unix|Wonderland)$'
In the rootdir we can build a shell script
And pretend that it is parsing 'brown'
It echos 'Are you @ing?'
We'll say "No man."
But use expr when you're in town
Later we'll use vi
As we find for some files
To face and forsake
xmkmf when we make
Grepping in a '^(Unix|Wonderland)$'
-= christmas =-= 212 =---------------------------------------------------------
Santa Claus And His Old Lady
Cheech & Chong
(CM: Cheech TC: Chong)
(Piano playing in background)
CM: Ma-ma-mamasita, donde esta Santa Cleese?
Da vecto wit da bony knees?
He comin' down da street wit no chooz on his feet.
And he's going to...
No that's ain't it...
Ma-ma-mamasita, donde esta Santa Claus
Da guy wit the hair on his jaws?
He's...
No...
Hey, man, come over here, man! I need some help, man!
TC: Yeah, man, I can dig that. Like, what are ya _doin'_, man?
CM: Ah, I'm tryin' to write a song about Santa Claus, man, but it's not comin'
out, man...
TC: About who, man?
CM: About Santa Claus, man. You know, Santa Claus, man?
TC: Aw, yeah, man. I played with those dudes, man.
CM: What?!?
TC: Yeah, last year at the Philmore, man. Me and the bass player sat in, man.
CM: Oh, hey, man, you think "Santa Claus" is a group, huh? No, it's not a
group, man.
TC: What? They break up, man?
CM: No, man, it's _one_guy_, man. You know. He had...he had a red suit on,
man, with black padded leather chooz? You know the guy, man.
TC: Oh, yeah. He's with Motown, ain't he? Yeah, I played with that dude too,
man. He was a good singer, man.
CM: No, hold on, man. He's not with Motown, man.
TC: Well, then, he's with Buddha, man.
CM: Oh, man, you don't know who Santa Claus is, man!
TC: Yeah, well, I'm not from here, man. Like, I'm from Pittsburg, man. I
don't know too many local dudes.
CM: Oh, I see. Well, hey, man, sit back and relax and I'll tell you the story
about Santa Claus, man. Listen. Once upon a time, about, hmm, five years
ago, there was this groovy dude and his name was Santa Claus, you know. And
he used to live over in the projects with his old lady. And they had a
pretty good thing together because his old lady was really fine and she
could cook and all that stuff like that, you know. Like, she made the best
brownies in town, man! Aww, I can remember them now, man. I could eat
_one_ of 'em, man! Wow!
TC: Oh, wow, man! Did you know these people, man?
CM: Oh, yeah, man! They used to live next door to me, you know, until they got
kicked out, man.
TC: Oh, they got kicked out of the projects, man?
CM: Yeah. You know what happened, man? They used to live with all these
midgets, you know. And the midgets used to make a lotta noise. You know,
like, pounding and hammering and ponding all night, man.
TC: Typical freaks, huh?
CM: Oh, yeah, man. They were really freaks, man. As a matter of fact, they
all moved up north together, you know?
TC: Oh, they had to go get their head together, man?
CM: Yeah, get their head together. And they started a..a..a commune, you know.
It was called the, uh, "Santa Claus and His Old Lady Commune", you know.
It was a real famous one out there, man. And they used to sit around and
groove all the time, you know.
TC: Oh, yeah?
CM: Really good time there...
TC: That sounds hip.
CM: Yeah, they eat the brownies, man, they drink the tea, man. And what they
did most of the time, though, was make a lot of goodies, you know. And
they had everything they needed. they only needed to go into town maybe
once a year or something like that, you know...
TC: Pick up the welfare check and the food stamps, right?
CM: Yeah, man. No, no, what they did, man, was, once a year, when they made
all the goodies, you know, they used to put it in a big chopping bag, and,
then, they used to take the chopping bag and deliver 'em to all the boys
and girls all the way around the world, man!
TC: Hey, well, that's hip, man! That's sounds real nice, man!
CM: Oh, yeah. They were really nice people, man. Had so much class, man, they
had so much class, you know. Like, like give or take the way they used to
deliver the toys, you know. It's, like, Santa Claus used to have this
really charp chort, man, you know? It was lower to the ground, had twice
pipes, candy-apple red and button-top. Ooooh, clean!
TC: Hey, that sounds like a hip snowmobile, man.
CM: No, no, it wasn't a snowmobile. It was a sled, you know. One of those big
sleds, you know? And he used to have it pulled by some reindeers. You
know, like, reindeers?
TC: Some _what_, man?!?
CM: Some _reindeers_, you know? He used to hook them unto the sled, and then
he used to stand up inside the sled and hold on to the reins, and then call
out their names. Like, "On, Donner! On, Blitzen! On Chewy! On, Tavo!
C'mon, Vecto!" And then, the reindeers used to take off into the sky and
fly across the sky, man!
TC: Wow, man! That's far out, man!
CM: Yeah! And, then, when they flied across the sky, they used to come down to
places like, oh, Chicago, L.A., Nueva York, and Pacoima and all those
places, you know, and then land on top of people's roofs, and then 'ol
Santa Claus would make himself real small. You know, like a real small guy?
And he come down the chimney and then he would give you all the stuff that
he made, man! And, dig this, man: he did it all in one night, man!
TC: Hey, just a minute, man. Now how'd he do that, man?
CM: Oh, well, man, he took the freeway! How else, man?
TC: No, man. No, man. How'd he do all that other stuff, man? Like how did he
make himself small, man, and, how'd he, like, how'd he get the reindeer off
the ground, man?
CM: Oh! Well, man, he had some "magic dust", man!
TC: Some "magic dust"?
CM: Yeah, "magic dust", you know? He used to give a little bit to the
reindeers, a little bit to Santa Claus, a little bit more for Santa Claus,
a little bit more for Santa...
TC: And this would get the reindeer off, man?
CM: Aw, got 'em off, man? Are you kidding, man? They flew all the way around
the world, man!
TC: Hey, that's far out, man! Hey, how come I've never met this dude, man?
CM: Oh, man, he doesn't do that bit anymore, man. It got too dangerous, man.
TC: Yeah, I can dig that, man, 'cause that's a dangerous bit, man!
CM: Yeah, let me tell you, it sure was, man. Like just two years ago, man, he
got stopped at the border, you know. And they took him into another room
and took off his clothes, man, and searched him and searched his bag of
goodies, man. And, then, when he was leaving, man, he was flying through
the air and somebody took a shot at his reindeer, you know.
TC: Oh, that's a drag, man.
CM: Yeah, it really was, man. And then, man, he went down south, man, and they
tried to cut off his hair and his beard, man, and, all the time he was
getting stopped and pulled over and asked for his I.D., man. Just
everywhere he went he ran into too much recession, man!
TC: No, man. You mean he ran into too much _repression_, man!
CM: Oh, "repression", "recession", man. It's all the same thing, man!
TC: Yeah, man. It's a drag, man, 'cause we could sure use a dude like that
right now!
CM: Oh, he still comes around, man.
TC: Oh, yeah?
CM: Yeah, but he comes in disguises now.
TC: Oh, he went "underground", huh?
CM: Yeah, underground, man!
TC: I can dig it!
CM: Yeah, if you were to see his disguise, man, nobody would ever know it was
him, man.
TC: Oh, yeah?
CM: Yeah, he's gotta job in front of the department store, ringing this bell
and playing this tamborine next to this black pot, you know?
TC: Oh, I SEEN the dude!
CM: YEAH, you know who I'm talkin' 'bout, man?
TC: Yeah, man! I played with that cat last year, man!
CM: What?!?
TC: Yeah, we played in front of a store, man! We made a lot of bread, man!
CM: Oh, hey, wait a minute, man! Santa Claus is not a musician, man!
TC: I'm hip, man! That cat didn't know _any_ tunes, man!
CM: Oh, hey, wait a minute, man! No, he's not hip to that at all, man!
(Start to fade out)
TC: No, I played with this dude, man.
CM: Are you sure, man?
TC: Positive!
-= christmas =-= 213 =---------------------------------------------------------
(B: Bob D: Doug C: Ladies' Chorus)
B: Okay, good day. This is our Christmas part of the album and you can play
this at your Christmas party or to yourself on Christmas Eve if there's
nothin' else to do.
D: Good day, eh, in case you thought like I wasn't on this part.
B: Oh, I guarantee you'd be on. Okay, so, good day. This is the Christmas
part, and we're gonna tell ya what to get your true love for Christmas.
D: Look out the window!
B: Where? What are you doin'?
D: Snow, hosehead!
B: Oh, well, it's the Great White North, and it's snowin' 'cause it's Christmas
time. Hey, hoser!
D: What?
B: Here's a quiz. A quiz for Doug.
D: Okay, I have my "thinking touke" on.
B: Yeah, right. What are the Twelve days of Christmas? Figure it out, right?
Christmas is when?
D: Uh, the 25th.
B: Right, and what's the 24th? Christmas Eve, right?
D: So that's two.
B: That's two. And, then, what's after that?
D: Um...uh, "Wrestling Day"
B: No, "Boxing Day"
D: "Boxing Day." Yeah, yeah.
B: That's three. Then, what's after that? Nothin'.
D: New Year's.
B: That's four.
D: And New Year's Eve.
B: Five. Where do you get twelve?
D: Uh, there's two Saturdays and Sundays in there. That's four. That's nine.
And three other days which, I believe, are the "mystery" days.
(Music starts)
B: Okay, now, this is our Christmas song, in case you don't know what to get
somebody for Christmas.
D: There's lots of ideas in here, so listen and don't get stuck! (Organ starts)
By the way, that's ME on the organ!
B: Oh, Jeez.
D: You start.
B: Okay, (S) On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A beer.
D: (S) On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two turtle necks,
B: And a beer.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Three French toast,
D: Two turtle necks,
B: And a beer.
D: (SP) There should be more there, eh?
B: (SP) Where?
D: (S) On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Four pounds of back-bacon,
B: Three French toast,
D: Two turtle necks,
B: And a beer.
D: (continuing) In a tree. (SP) See, you need more.
B: (SP) Oh, yeah.
(S) On the fifth day, my true love gave to me:
Five golden toukes
D: Four pounds of back-bacon,
B: Three French toast,
D: Two turtle necks,
B: And a beer...(SP) where? (S, with Doug) In a tree.
Okay, on the sixth...(SP) go!
D: ..of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
C: SIX
Six packs of two-four,
B: (with Chorus) Five golden toukes
C: FOUR
D: Four pounds of back-bacon,
C: THREE
B: Three French toast,
C: TWO
D: Two turtle necks,
C: AND A BEEEEEEER..
B: And a beer...(with Doug) In a tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Seven packs of smokes,
C: NICE GIFT
D: (SP) Nice gift. Oh..(S) Six packs of two-four,
B: (with Chorus) Five golden toukes
C: FOUR
D: Four pounds of back-bacon,
C: THREE
B: Three French toast,
C: TWO
D: Two turtle necks,
C: AND A BEEEEEEER..
B: And a beer...(with Doug) In a tree. (SP) I keep forgettin'.
D: (SP) Whew! This should just be the "Two Days of Christmas"! It's too hard
for us! Go, hoser!
B & D: (S) On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
D: Eight comic books,
C: (repeats last line while B & D sing next line)
B & D: Seven packs of smokes,
Six packs of two-four,
Five...
C: FIVE GOLDEN TOUKES
FOUR POUNDS OF BACK-BACON,
THREE FRENCH TOAST,
TWO TURTLE NECKS,
AND A BEEEEEEEER...
B & D: And a beer on my tree!
B: (SP) That beer is empty! Okay! Day, uh...
C: TWELVE!
B: ...uh, twelve!
D: Good day, and welcome to day twelve.
B,D & C:(B & D follow chorus)
FIVE GOLDEN TOUKES
FOUR POUNDS OF BACK-BACON,
THREE FRENCH TOAST,
TWO TURTLE NECKS,
AND A BEEEEEEEER....INNN AAA TREEEEEEEEEEE!
D: (SP) Where's you learn to do that?
B: (SP) Um...albums.
D: So, like, that's our song, so, Merry Christmas...
B: Merry Christmas.
D: ...and good day!
B: Good day, everybody. (pause) Ha-..Happy New Year, too.
D: Shhh!
B: Okay, you know what you left out?
D: What?
B: Donuts!
D: Oh, no!
B: I told you to get me donuts! Either on the ninth day or the tenth day or on
the eleventh day...
D: Okay, the song's over! Merry Christmas, everybody!
B: ..or on the twelfth day you could've gotten me a dozen donuts...
D: (To everybody)...So go out to the stores and get some presents!
B: You could've gone down to, like, the good donut shops, where if you buy a
dozen donuts you get another one free, and, then, it would be thirteen
donuts for the "Thirteen Days of Christmas"!
D: Next Christmas, you can get me a chainsaw!
B: Take off!
D: (as music fades) Boy, that song was a beauty! It...it moved me!
B: Yeah, I think it ranks up there with "Stairway to Heaven".
D: What?
-= christmas =-= 214 =---------------------------------------------------------
I just go nuts at Christmas
On the jolly holiday.
I go in the red
Like a knucklehead,
Because I squander all my pay.
I just go nuts at Christmas.
Shopping sure drives me berserk.
On the day before,
I rush in the store
Like a poor bewildered jerk.
I look at nightgowns for my wive;
Some black ones trimmed in red.
But I don't know her size and, so,
She'll get a carpet sweeper instead!
I just go nuts at Christmas,
When each kid hangs up his sock.
It's a time for kids
To flip their lids
While their papa goes in hock!
-= christmas =-= 215 =---------------------------------------------------------
On the night before Christmas,
It's still in the house.
My whole family is sleeping,
So I'm quiet like a mouse.
I look at my watch
And midnight is near.
I think I'll sneak out
For a cold glass of beer.
Down at the corner,
The crowd is so merry,
I end up by drinking
About twelve Tom 'n' Jerry.
I get to bed late and,
Gee whiz, how I'm sleeping,
When onto my bed,
Those darn kids come leaping!
They sit on my face
And they jump on my belly,
And I'm shivering all over
Like a bowl full of jelly.
They scream, "Merry Christmas!"
My poor wife and me,
We stumble downstairs
And she lights up the tree.
My head is exploding!
My mouth tastes like a pickle!
I step on a skate
And fall on a tricycle!
Just before Christmas dinner,
I relax to a point,
Then relatives start swarming
All over the joint.
On Christmas, I hug
And I kiss my wife's mother.
The rest of the year,
We don't speak to each other.
After dinner, my aunt
And my wife's uncle Louie
Get into an argument;
They're both awful screwy!
Then all my wife's family
Say Louie is right,
And my goofy relations,
They join in the fight.
Back in the corner,
The radio's playing,
And over the racket,
Gabriel Hader is saying,
"Peace on Earth, everybody.
And good will toward men."
And, just at that moment,
Someone slugs Uncle Ben.
They all go outside whooping
So the neighbors will hear.
Oh, I'm so glad Merry Christmas
Comes just once a year!
-= christmas =-= 216 =---------------------------------------------------------
The P.T.A.
The P.T.A.
I was Santa Claus at the school house for the P.T.A.
The Parent-Teachers Group they called a meeting.
My wife she says, "You have to go, my dear.
It's the big important Christmas party meeting
When all the papas who ain't sick appear."
I dozed off 'till the middle of the meeting
When the chairman shouted out so all could hear,
"Mrs. Yorgesson says that her jolly husband
He will gladly play our Santa Claus this year."
The other papas looked relieved and happy.
They knew I'd been betrayed by my sweet wife.
And I was weak like that young fella Swanson
When Delilah cut his hair off with a knife.
The P.T.A.
The P.T.A.
I was Santa Claus at the school house for the P.T.A.
On the night of the party, I sneaked into the school.
The committee, they all met me there.
These giggling women are going to dress me,
And glue on my whiskers and hair.
I got into the big red pants and black boots.
The jacket was seven-feet wide!
When I got into it, there was still plenty room
For one good-sized reindeer to hide.
Then I walked into the school gymnasium,
The plan was that each little tyke
Would walk up and shake hands with 'ol Santy
And tell me what presents they like.
The first kid was little Day Malarson
Who wanted a new kiddie car.
She patted my face with her red little hand
Which was half-full of warm chocolate bar.
The next kid in line was the young Scarborough boy
I think that his first name was Milo.
He's the orneriest brat in the whole dern school
And he's built just like a brick silo.
"Last year," he says, "you promised to bring me
A real sharp sword and a gun,
And all that you brought was new shoes and a coat,
You dirty old son-of-a-gun!"
Then he jabbed he finger right in my eye,
And I let out a heckuva groan.
And when he kicked my shin with his brass-toed shoe
I was sure that he'd broken a bone!
Then old man Gettornson picked his granddaughter up,
And, when he put her down on my lap,
His lighted cigar set my whiskers on fire;
They started to crackle and snap!
I jumped up and made a run for the door
As fast as my sore leg would go,
And put out the fire in a snowbank,
And cooled off my face in the snow.
I didn't dare go back, so I hurried on home
And closed my front door with a slam,
And, in my own home, my dog bit me twice
Before he figured out who I am!
But the kids all had a nice Christmas
And, in spite of what happened, I'll still say
I'd be Santa Claus again next Christmas
For the good 'ol P.T.A.!
The P.T.A.
The P.T.A.
I was Santa Claus at the school house for the good 'ol P.T.A.!
-= christmas =-= 217 =---------------------------------------------------------
Father Christmas
by The Kinks
When I was small I believed in Santa Claus,
Though I knew it was my Dad.
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas,
open my presents, and I'd be glad.
But the last time I played Father Christmas,
I stood outside a department store.
A gang of kids came over and mugged me,
and knocked my reindeer to the floor.
They said,
"Father Christmas, give us some money.
We're getting tired of your silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over.
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed.
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
"Don't give my brother a cheap awful outfit,
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy.
We don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly money,
we only want the Real McCoy.
Father Christmas, give us some money.
We're getting tired of your silly toys.
Father Christmas, give us some money.
We'll beat you up, so don't get us annoyed.
"But give my Daddy a job, cause he needs one.
He's got lots of mouths to feed.
But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun
so I can scare all the kids on the street."
Father Christmas, give us some money.
We got no time for your silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over.
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed.
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
So have yourself a merry merry Christmas.
Have yourself a good time.
But remember the kids who got nuthin,
while you're drinking down your wine.
"Father Christmas, give us some money.
We got no time for your silly toys.
Father Christmas, please hand it over.
We'll beat you up, so don't get us annoyed.
"Father Christmas, give us some money.
We're getting tired of your silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over.
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed.
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
-= christmas =-= 218 =---------------------------------------------------------
Drinking Around The Christmas Tree
(sung to the tune "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree" by Brenda Lee)
Drinking around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party rush,
Faces are hung o'er the balcony, everybody is a lush.
Drinking around the Christmas tree, let the Christmas drunkards through,
Later we'll do some vomiting, and our arms will hug the loo.
You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste
Vodka through your nose, oh golly,
Deck the halls with boughs of holly.
Drinking around the Christmas tree, your hangover's on its way,
Everybody's wearing ice pack hats in the new old-fashioned way.
(drunken sax solo.)
You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste
Vodka through your nose, oh golly,
Deck the halls with boughs of holly.
Drinking around the Christmas tree, your hangover's on its way,
Everybody's wearing ice pack hats in the new old-fashioned way.
-= christmas =-= 219 =---------------------------------------------------------
(sung to the tune "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!")
Oh, the weather outside is flighty
And the winds are topping ninety.
So, since we've no place to go,
Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow!
All the windows and doors are boarded,
And supplies we all have hoarded.
Until the batteries run low,
Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow!
It's a bit late for the hurricane season,
But 'ol Nature needed one last shot.
As if Mother Nature needs a reason
To hit the coast with everything she's got!
Oh, the beaches are all eroding.
I hear a gas main exploding
Since the storm's a Category fooooo(ur),
Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow!
Oh, the Atlantic's really churning,
And greyness covers up the sky.
We'll go out and watch our neighbors burning
When our area's beneath the "eye".
The insurance companies will holler;
This'll cost millions of dollars.
Well, hell, as long as it ain't snow,
Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow!
In Buffalo, it's ten below.
Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow!
Though the winds are blowing to and fro,
Let it blow!
Let it blow!
Let it blow!
-= christmas =-= 220 =---------------------------------------------------------
Associated Press: Thelma James, the affirmative action officer for the state of
Minnesota's tax department, declared that departmental electronic mail could not
be used to send "Merry Christmas" greetings. Rather, to keep the separation of
church and state intact, greetings should say "Happy Holidays" or "Season's
Greetings" instead. The ban was not met with universal open arms: "There are
very serious church- state issues that need to be addressed, (but) I would not
count 'Merry Christmas' greetings via e-mail on that priority list," said Jay
Tcath, executive director of the local Jewish Community Relations Council.
-= christmas =-= 221 =---------------------------------------------------------
Associated Press: Kenneth Humphrey, a Henry County (Tenn.) commissioner, high
school choral director, and local minister, and Martin Paschall, the high school
band director, apparently got into an argument over which one would make
announcements at the high school's Christmas concert. But the concert was
cancelled after Humphrey allegedly hit Paschall in the face with a chair during
the argument. Paschall pressed aggravated assault changes; Humphrey was freed
after posting $1000 bail.
-= christmas =-= 222 =---------------------------------------------------------
Reuters News Service: One of the most popular Christmas-time stage plays in the
U.K. is Snow White. But between the demands of Santa's helper roles and many
stagings of the play, there has been a distinct shortage of dwarf actors to play
such parts this year. So at a Snow White performance in South Shields, England,
children were cast in the dwarf roles. But the director was forced to rewrite
the script when two of the young actors refused to fulfill one of the
requirements of their roles: to kiss Snow White. "I didn't realize the prospect
of giving me a peck would horrify them so much," said Snow White actress
Victoria Arbiter, 20. "When they were told to kiss me, their little faces
crumpled and they burst into tears."
-= christmas =-= 223 =---------------------------------------------------------
Christmas Dragnet
DUMM-DA-DUM-DUM! DUMM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUUUUUM!
Narrator: The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been
changed to protect the innocent. For instance, "Kris Kringle" is now "Santa
Claus".
Joe: This is the city. Los Angeles, California. The city sidewalks were busy
sidewalks dressed in holiday style, and, in the air, there was a feeling of
Christmas. There was no snow to crunch, but the kids were definitely
bunching. They were watching out, not crying or pouting. They knew why. The
last thing on anybody's minds was being picked up on a 4096325-096704, "Not
Believing in Santa Claus". That's where I come in. I'm a policeman. I carry
a badge.
DUM-DA-DUUUUUMM! DUM-DA-DUM-DA-DUUUM! DUM-DA-DUUUUUMM! DUM-DA-DUM-DA-DUUUM!
Joe: It was Thursday, December 24th, Christmas Eve, 4:35pm. I was working the
holiday watch out of homicide with my partner. Twas the night before
Christmas and, all through the stationhouse, the only creatures stirring were
me at the typewriter, my partner with his paper, the chief complaining about
working on a holiday, and a mouse. The chief is Captain Kellogg. My partner
is Frank Jones. My name's Friday.
(sounds of typewriters and phones working)
Frank: Hang up your stocking yet, Joe?
Joe: Yeah, just before I came down. You too, Frank?
Frank: Always do. Hung it up early just in case I had to work late tonight.
Wouldn't want to miss out when Santa Claus comes, you know.
Joe: Umhum. Sure wouldn't. Would be a shame.
Frank: What are you gonna do tomorrow, Joe? What are you gonna do on
Christmas? You got any plans?
Joe: Nothing much.
Frank: Why don't you come by the house, Joe? We're gonna have Christmas
dinner. You know, all the trimmings.
Joe: Umhum.
Frank: Turkey, celery stuffing, oysters maybe, chestnuts...
Joe: Umhum.
Frank: All the trimmings. Cranberry sause...love to have ya.
Joe: Umhum.
Frank: The missus always fixes a plate of relish with them little carrot
sticks. You know, olives, pickles, scallions...most folks call 'em "green
onions", but they're really "scallions". Did you ever notice that, Joe?
Joe: Ever notice what, Frank?
Frank: How most folks call 'em "green onions", but they're really "scallions".
Joe: Umhum. Scallions.
Frank: Anytime after two, Joe. Love to have ya.
Joe: Umhum. Well, I'll see.
Frank: Love to have ya.
Joe: Umhum. Well, I'll see.
Frank: The missus always fixes a plate of relish with them carrot sticks. You
know, them little carrot sticks?
Joe: Umhum.
Frank: Olives, pickles, scallions...
Joe: Umhum. Let's not go through that again.
Frank: Love to have ya. Go through what again, Joe?
Joe: How most folks call 'em "green onions", but they're really "scallions".
Frank: Oh, you noticed that too, huh, Joe?
(phone rings, receiver picked up)
Joe: Homicide. Friday. Umhum. Umhum. Umhum. Umhum. Umhum. Ummhumm.
(phone hung up)
Frank: (frightened at Joe's expression) What's the matter, Joe? What's the
matter, Joe?!?
Joe: (in disbelief) They're bringing a guy in on a 4096325-096704!
Frank: (in shock) You...you mean...?!?
Joe: Yeah. Guy don't believe in scallions! I mean, Santa Claus!
DAA-DA-DUM! DAA-DA-DUM! DA--DA-DUM!!
Joe: (voiceover) 6:29pm. We questioned the guy who didn't believe in Santa
Claus: a guy named "Grudge". (in story) Says here you're name's "Grudge".
Is that right?
Grudge: Yeah!
Joe: You said you didn't believe in Santa Claus? It's hard to believe what you
said. Did you really say that?
Grudge: Sure I said it! How do you know there's a Santy Claus? You gotta
picture of in?
Joe: No. No mugshot.
Grudge: Any fingerprints?
Joe: No. No legal prints. I just know, that's all. It's like saying there
isn't an Easter Bunny.
Grudge: That's ANOTHER guy there ain't no of!
Joe: Umhum. Watch your story, mister!
Frank: (panicking) Joe? He just said that to make me feel bad, didn't he?
There really _is_ an Easter Bunny, isn't there? Joe?
Joe: Listen, Grudge, didn't I pick you up three years ago on a "1492", for not
believing in Columbus?
Grudge: Yeah! I don't believe in Cleveland or Cincinnati, either!
Joe: How about Toledo?
Grudge: I...I ain't made up my mind yet about Toledo.
Joe: Okay, mister, I get the picture now. You don't believe in NOTHING, do you?
Grudge: Nothin'! And you wanna know somethin' else?
Joe: What's that?
Grudge: I'm gonna get up and I'm gonna walk right outta this room. 'Cause you
guys ain't got nothin' on me! There ain't no law against not believing in
Santy Claus!
Joe: There is in my book! Let me tell you something, mister: I'm gonna
PROVE there's a Santa Claus if it takes me all night!
Grudge: Heh-heh! Pretty funny! the police department's got nothin' else to do!
Joe: Let me straighten you out, buddy: this one's on Frank and me. Right,
Frank? Right, Frank?!?
Frank: There really _is_ an Easter Bunny, isn't there, Joe? You know,
"hippety-hopping down the bunny trail"?!?
DUMMMM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUUUUUUUUUUM!
Joe: (voiceover) I took Grudge over to the helicopter, got in, flew around the
city for hours!
DA-DUUMMM!
I showed him department stores. (in story) What's hurrying in and out of
those department stores, Grudge?
Grudge: Happy people! But _I_ ain't impressed!
DA-DUUUMMMM!!
Joe: (voiceover) I showed him stockings. (in story) How are those stockings
hung, Grudge?!?
Grudge: By the chimney, with care! But _I_ didn't hang none up!
DUM-DA-DUUUUMMMMM!!!
Joe: (voiceover) I showed him children, nestled all snug in their beds. (in
story) What's dancing in their heads, Grudge?!?
Grudge: (sarcastically) Visions of sugar plums! (seriously) But you ain't
sellin' me! THERE AIN'T NO SANTY CLAUS!!!!
DA-DA-DUM-DA-DUMMMMM!!!
Joe: He still didn't believe! There was only one thing left to do! My job:
get to the North Pole!
DA-DA-DUMMM!
Joe: 11:45pm. We arrived at the North Pole. I set the plane down and we
walked over the Santa's workshop, rang the bell...
(Doorbell: DIIIING-DA-DIIING-DIIIIING [Dragnet theme]
Door opens)
Joe: Pardon me, sir. Can I ask you a few questions?
Brownie: (southern accent) Why, shore! Just tickle me ta de-yath.
Joe: What do you do for a living?
Brownie: I'm a Brownie!
Joe: What are you doing at the North Pole with a southern accent?
Brownie: Well, the bo-us sorta ran short on help this ye-ah, so he had to
ree-cruit a few of us Brownies from the Sowth Po-el.
Joe: Umhum. That figures.
Grudge: Heh-heh-heh! Whatta waste of time!
Joe: Could we talk to your boss, please?
Brownie: Oh, he's out. You _would_ come on the one night the he's out in the
whole ye-ah!
Joe: Umhum. What's your particular job, Mr. Brownie?
Brownie: My bo-us has eight tiny reinde-ah. My job: feed 'um.
Joe: Umhum, yessir. What do you feed them?
Brownie: Well, most times, I fix up a little plate of relish, olives, pickles,
and dem carrot sticks. You know dem little 'ol carrot sticks?
Joe: Umhum.
Brownie: And scallions. (Joe chimes along) Most folks call 'em "green onions",
but they're really "scallions". (alone) How'd you know?!?
Joe: Just a stab in the dark!
DUM-DA-DUUM!
Joe: The little man showed us through the workshop...
Brownie: My bo-us'll be back for his second load purty soon. Saaay, y'all like
t' here an inerestin' story?
Joe: Yessir?
Brownie: Well, you see that HE-UGE pile of presents over they-ar?
Joe: Umhum.
Grudge: MAN! _Look_ at all that stuff!!
Brownie: Would you believe it? There all for the same ma-yan. Been piling up
he-ya ye-ah after ye-ah!
Joe: Why didn't they guy ever get 'em?
Grudge: Yeah, why?
Brownie: 'Cause he didn't believe in my bo-us! You knoe the ru-els.
Joe: Unhum. We know.
Grudge: I, uh, don't suppose there's no chance that this...this guy can still..
Brownie: Get the presents? Oh, shore! He get them all, the minute he believes!
But I don't suppose he ever wi-yall!
Joe: It's too bad about that guy. What's his name?
Grudge: Don't say it: I don't wanna hear it!
Joe: C'mon, Mr. Brownie! What's his name?
Brownie: His name? "Grudge".
DUM-DA-DA-DA-DA-DUUUM!
Joe: The brownie saw us to the door and wished us a Merry Christmas. We were
heading back to the plane. Then it happened.
Grudge: HEY!
Joe: Yeah, Grudge?
Grudge: You know that guy I said I didn't believe in?
Joe: Who's that?
Grudge: S-S-Santy Claus?
Joe: Yessir.
Grudge: You think I'm too old to change my mind?
Joe: You're _never_ too old, Mr. Grudge.
Grudge: Well, then, I...I BELIEVE IN SANTY CLAUS!! AND Columbus!
Joe: How about Cleveland, Cincinnati and the Easter Bunny?
Grudge: Yeah! Them too!
Joe: And Toledo?
Grudge: I...I _still_ ain't made up my mind yet about Toledo!
(sleigh bells overhead)
Joe: Look, Grudge! Up in the sky! He's coming back for his second load!
Grudge: (excited) IT'S SANTY CLAUS! IT'S SANTY CLAUS!!!!!
Joe: There's the only guy I know who can make every happy in one night!
Grudge: Yeah! He must have the biggest heart in the whole world!
Joe: That's about the size of it!!
DUM-DA-DUUUUM! DUM-DA-DUM-DA-DUUUM!.........
Narrator: Upon returning to Los Angeles, Grudge went home and, immediately,
hung up his stocking. The next morning, he received all of his back-logged
presents. He vowed to Sargent Friday that he'd keep the spirit of Christmas
alive inside him forever!
The brownie was returned to the South Pole on December 26th, but was asked to
return the following Spetember 9th due to a pole-wide brownie strike.
Sargent Frank Jones was calmed and was convinced that there was an Easter
Bunny. He then went home where he wife fed him green onions...or are they
scallions?
"Not believing in Santa Claus" is punishable by a term of no less the five
nor more then fifty years of not receiving presents.
...DUM-DA-DUUUUUUUMMM! DA---DA---DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMM!!
-= christmas =-= 224 =---------------------------------------------------------
Christmas Rapping
by The Waitresses
Bah, Humbug! Well, that's too strong
Because it is my favorite holiday.
But all this year's been a busy break
Don't think I have the energy.
Driving my already-mad rush
Just 'cause it's "tis the season".
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions of the actions
Left from last year, ski shop,
Encounter most interesting.
Had his number but never the time.
Most of anyone would pass along those lines.
So deck those halls, trim those trees,
Raise up cups of Christmas cheer.
I just need to catch my breath:
Christmas by myself this year.
Calendar picture: frozen landscape
Chilled this room for twenty-four days.
Evergreens, sparkling snow...
Get this winter over with!!
Flashback to springtime, saw him again.
Would've been good to go for lunch.
Couldn't agree when we're both free
We tried, we said we'd keep in touch.
Didn't, of course, 'til summertime.
Out to the beach to his bunk. Could I join him?
No, this time it was me
Sunburned in the third degree.
Now the calendar's just one page
And, of course, I am excited.
Tonight's the night I set my mind up
To not do too much about it.
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one
this year.
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one
this year.
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one
this year.
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one
this year.
The A & P has provided me
With the world's smallest turkey.
Already in the oven, nice and hot...
Ah, damn! Guess what I forgot?!
So on with the boots, back out through the snow
To the only all-night grocery,
When what to my wandering eyes should appear?
No lie, it's that guy I've been chasing all year!
"Spendin' this one alone," he said,
"This break this year's been crazy."
I said, "Me, too. But why are you...
You mean _you_ forgot cranberries too?"
Then, suddenly, we laughed and laughed
Caught on to what was happening.
That Christmas magic's brought this tale
To a very happy ending!
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year!
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year!
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year!
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year!
Repeat and Fade
-= christmas =-= 225 =---------------------------------------------------------
Some Words Of Wisdom from that "Merry 'Ol Philosopher" Eddie Lawrence
Hello there, little ones.
You say your old man dressed up as Santa Claus and can't get his belly
through the fireplace?
And you hang up a purple bulb on the tree and three thousand volts go through
you?
And your brother made an animal cage out of your Erector set and Grandma
can't get out?
And someone opened a window while you were sorting stamps and all your
triangles are flying around the house?
And one of your gifts, a strange little shiney box, suddenly takes off and is
now circling the Earth at twelve thousand miles an hour?
Is that what's troubling you, tiny tots?
well, put your head down low and take a walk in the snow with that "devil-
may-care" Christmas spirit! For the whole world is singing a happy song,
"Merrily You Roll Along"! You'll never give up, never give up, never give up...
that sled!!!
Hey there, moppets.
You say your mischievious cousin Wilbur gave you Moosehead with the "moose"
still in it?
And you ate so many candy sticks that your tongue is green with read and
white stripes on it?
And you just can't seem to piece together your life-sized assemble-it-
yourself ranch house?
And you just got a pine needle right up your cuticle? (OW!)
And Aunt Bertie ain't come back from Macy's yet, and it's been wight days
now?
And your Daddy chops down a pine tree in the forest and brings it in and a
big grey eagle flies out and won't leave your bedroom?
Is that what's perturbing you, moppets?
Well, lift your head up high and take a flop on the ice with that melody ringing
in your head and a "heafty doodlely-dee" in your heart! You'll never give up,
never give up, never give up...
those skates!
Hey there, boobies.
You say that smouldering Yule log's so wet and sticky, everyone's gasping for
breath while trying to look merry?
And you Uncle Harold came in as a big jolly bear and your father shot him?
And your little doggie swallowed some of them jingle bells and is driving the
whole house crazy?
And you went sleigh riding in a big blizzard and you can't find your way home
and, while you're wandering in the field, you picked up by a big snow shovel and
dumped into a truck headed for a ice-cold river?
And your little toy grocery store went out of business?
Is that what's on your mind, boobies?
Well, lift your head up high and take a walk in the slush with that dignity
and stick-to-it-ness that you'll show Mars, you'll show Pluto! You'll show 'em
where to get off! you'll never give up, never give up, never give up...
That 'ol Christmas spirit, no matter who broke your new bicycle. This is the 'ol
philosopher saying, "Merry Christmas, cousins, and a hefty doodly-dee!"
C'mon, Thunder! C'mon, Blitzen! And a hefty doodly-dee! Santa wants you to
keep moving!!
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The Day Before Christmas
by the 'Animaniacs' (of Warner Brothers fame)
List of characters (for those who don't watch Animaniacs):
Slappy: Cranky old lady squirrel
Skippy: Slappy's nephew
Yakko, Wakko & Dot: Warner Brothers (and Warner sister), unknown species
Live in movie lot water tower.
Plotz: C.E.O. of Warner Bros.
S'N'S: Dr. Scratch'n'sniff, studio psychiatrist
Nurse: Hellooooooooo Nurse!, assistant to S'N'S
Ralph: Studio lot security guard Mindy: Mischevious little girl
Flavio & Marita: Hip Hippos, the Howells of the animal kingdom
Rita & Runt: Cat & dog, Rita is good singer, Runt like "Rain Man"
Pinky & The Brain: Lab mice, Brain is genius, Pinky's insane
Bobby, Squit & Pesto: Goodfeathers, P.W.A. (Pigeons w/attitudes)
Slappy: 'Twas the Day Before Christmas, in winter's deep freeze.
But, in Burbank, L.A., it was ninety degrees!
Now tonight is the night Santa comes to the lot,
Bringing presents, for Yakko, Wakko and Dot.
The kids were excited; they rushed to prepare.
While others looked on with a growing despair.
Plotz: These gifts for the Warners, someone has to see to it.
They must be delivered. I want _you_ to do it!
S'N'S: But _I_ did it _last_ year, or have you forgot:
Dose kids drove me bonkies und kissed ma alot!
Dey made me stay up singing carols all night,
Und den, I got creamed in dat big pillow fight!
Nurse: But why bring them presents when Santa will do?
Plotz: It's a clause in their contract; if we don't, they can sue!
There MUST be a man to deliver this stuff,
But where can I find someone STUPID enough?
(Outside...)
Ralph: Duh, good night, Mr. Costner. Go ahead, pass on by.
(To another car) Merry Christmas!
Mindy: Okay, I love you, bye-bye!
Ralph: Duh, goodnight, Mr. Hippo.
Flavio: Good night to you, too.
Marita: Come along, Flavio; we've more shopping to do!
Runt: I'm hungry!
Rita: Be quiet! We don't wanna get caught! There might be some trash cans
with food on the lot.
Ralph: (To Batmobile) Duh, goodnight, Mr. Keaton. That's a lovely sedan!
(Inside office...)
Plotz: Get him a Santa suit! Ralph is our man!!
(Later...)
Yakko: So, 'twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Dot: Some creatures were stirring,
Wakko: including a mouse!
(Two mice, dressed as Santa and an elf, enter)
Brain: Tonight, my dear Pinky, my plan is unfurled:
We'll steal Santa's sleigh and take over the world!
Pinky: Brain, you're a genius! You simply astound me!
(Sound of a mouse knocked off the tower accidentally)
Brain: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Pinky: Narf! Brain's gonna pound me!
Dot: Our stockings were hung so our names clearly showed,
Wakko: In hopes that 'ol Santa would leave a big load!
Yakko: (Blows kiss) Good night, everybody!
The children were nestled, all fast in our beds,
Wakko: While visions of sugar plums danced in our heads! (CHOMP!) Dee-licious!
Yakko: (Yawn) We were all pretty tired as we turned out the light..(click)
(click) Forget it! There's NO WAY I'm sleeping tonight!
Dot: When, out on the lot, there arose such a rumble,
Yakko: We sprang from our beds,
Wakko: and we all took a tumble!
Yakko: And what with our wandering eyes did we view...
(Sounds of Rita and Runt rummaging in a trash can)
Dot: But a cat and a dog in the garbage! PEE-YEWW!
Yakko: Then, to our surprise, we heard distant banters,
Of a miniature sleigh and eight pigeons with antlers.
Pesto: I'm dyin' here! Ummph!
Squit: This sure ain't no fun!
Bobby: The guy in the suit, he must weigh a ton!
Dot: With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Wakko: We knew in a moment, it MUST be Saint Nick!
Ralph: Duh, now, Bobby! Now, Squit! Now, Pesto and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On Richard and Nixon!
To the top of the tower! C'mon, now, let's fly!
Pesto: I just gotta hernia thanks to this guy!!
Yakko: So up to the rooftop, Santa was hurled.
Brain: As soon as it lands, we'll take over the world!!
(Sound of mice squashed by a sleigh and, then, stepped upon by Ralph)
Pinky, I am in considerable pain!
Pinky: Narf! Zot! Poink! Gak! I'm with you, Brain!
Yakko: It was a time of excitement; the moment drew near!
Dot: There was no doubt about it:
Wakko: Santa WAS HERE!
Squit: Your antlers look cute, Pesto.
Pesto: All right, that's it!!
(Sound of two pigeons with antlers fighting)
Bobby: Whoa, Pesto! It's Christmas! Quit whackin' on Squit!
Yakko: And, while the pigeons with antlers were have their kicks,
Santa fell through the roof like a sack full of bricks!
(Sound of Ralph falling as stated above)
Dot: He was dressed all in fur with a glaze in his eye
'Cause the fall knocked him silly!
Ralph: (knocked silly) Duh, Happy Easter, youse guys!
Wakko: His face, how it twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
Dot: His cheeks were like roses!
Yakko: His gut, that was scary!!
Wakko: He spoke not a word but, instead, went right to it.
He emptied his bag.
Ralph: Duh, dat oughta do it!
Yakko: And then, laying his finger inside of his nose
(which the dear network censors find totally gross
-= christmas =-= 233 =---------------------------------------------------------
From Late Show with David Letterman; Thursday, December 22, 1994
Top Ten Items On The North Pole Police Blotter
10. More shots fired at Santa's house.
9. Elf removed from workshop with vibrating electric football set in his pants.
8. Unlicensed street vendor caught selling reindeer kabobs.
7. Rudolph busted for showing what else he can make glow.
6. Noise ordinances violated by Kathie Lee's singing.
5. Rowdy teens chasing Frosty the Snowman with a hair dryer.
4. Deranged gingerbread man arrested after several hours on street corner
shouting "Eat me!"
3. Mrs. Claus nabbed for hooking on 9th Avenue.
2. "Send the jaws of life: the old man's got his fat ass stuck in a chimney
again".
1. Elfjacking.
[Music: "She's So Cold" by the Rolling Stones]
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From Late Show with David Letterman; Friday, December 23, 1994
Top Ten Movies Playing In Times Square This Xmas Season
10. "I Saw Mommy Nailing Santa Claus"
9. "Three Elves And a Little Lady"
8. "North Poled"
7. "Nude and Nuder"
6. "Won't You Guide My Pants Tonight"
5. "The Little Drummer Boy Becomes a Man"
4. "Mrs. Claus And the U.P.S. Guy"
3. "Not-So-Tiny Tim"
2. "Joycelyn Elders Home Alone"
1. "Jingle This!"
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Microsoft Acquires Christmas
by Robert Reiser
North Pole (API) - Microsoft announced an agreement with Santa Claus
Industries to acquire Christmas at a press conference held via satellite from
Santa's summer estate somewhere in the southern hemisphere. In the deal,
Microsoft would gain exclusive rights to Christmas, Reindeer, and other
unspecified inventions. In addition, Microsoft will gain access to millions of
households through the Santa Sleigh.
The announcement also included a notice that beginning Jan 1, 1995, Christmas
and the Reindeer names would be copyrighted by Microsoft. This unprecedented
move was facilitated by the recently acquired MS Court. Microsoft stated its
commitment to "all who have made Christmas great," and vowed to "make licensing
of the Christmas and Reindeer names available to all." It is believed that the
guidelines for licensing these names, due before Halloween, will be very strict.
When asked "Why buy Christmas?", Bill Gates replied "Microsoft has been
working on a more efficient delivery mechanism for all of our products for some
time, but recognized that the Santa Sleigh has some immediate benefits. We'll
use it first for the release of Windows95 and Office 95."
In a multimedia extravaganza, the attendees were shown a seamingly endless
video stream of products that make up the deal. It ended with a green and red
version of the Microsoft logo, and a new Christmas 95 trademark, leading into
the announcement of the first product from the deal.
Vixen, the new Director of Holidays and Celebrations said, "The first step is
to assimilate Christmas within the Microsoft Organization. This will take some
time, so don't expect any changes this year." She continued, "our big plans are
for next year, when we release Christmas 95. It will be bigger and better than
last year." She further elaborated that "Windows 95 users who sign up with MS
Network will get sneak previews of Christmas[95] as early as November first."
Christmas 95 is scheduled for release in December of 1995, though one unnamed
source said that it is dangerously close to the end of the year and may slip
into the first half of 1996. An economist at Goldman Sachs explained that a slip
would be catastrophic to next year's economy and the nation's tax revenue,
possibly requiring the IRS to move the deadline for filing income tax returns to
three months after Christmas, whenever that was. "But it could be good in the
long term," he explained. "With Microsoft controlling Christmas, we may see it
move to May or June, which are much slower months for retailers. This may serve
to even out the economy over the year."
When asked if other holidays are being considered, Mr. Gates explained that
"Christmas is the flagship of holidays, so we wanted to start there. Not all
holidays are available for sale, and the remaining will have to show a good
long-term business," suggesting that holidays with a short history may not be in
the plans.
Though specific terms of the agreement were withheld, a Santa official
confirmed that the deal was "sizable, even for a man of Santa's stature." Some
analysts think that Santa has saturated the Holiday market, and is looking for a
means to expand his business to year 'round products and services. Others
contend that the Jolly Red Man is looking to retire in Redmond.
A spokesperson for the most famous Reindeer could not be reached for comment.
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Santa Claus, like all pilots, gets regular visits from the Federal Aviation
Administration and it was shortly before Christmas when the FAA examiner
arrived.
In preparation, Santa had the elves wash the sled and bathe all the reindeer.
Santa got his logbook out and made sure all his paperwork was in order.
The examiner walked slowly around the sled. He check the reindeer harnesses,
the landing gear, and Rudolf's nose. He painstakingly reviewed Santa's weight
and balance calculations for sled's enormous payload.
Finally, they were ready for the checkride. Santa got in and fastened his
seatbelt and shoulder harness and checked the compass. Then the examiner hopped
in carrying, to Santa's surprise, a shotgun.
"What's that for?" asked Santa incredulously.
The examiner winked and said, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you're
gonna lose an engine on takeoff."
-= christmas =-= 236 =---------------------------------------------------------
From the Columbus Dispatch (Columbus, Ohio, USA), March 15, 1995:
Local Muslims have just finished their holiest month, Ramadan. One writer in a
local Muslim publication came up with more reasons than one might expect to love
the holiday. Here are the top "Reasons Why Ramadan Is Better Than Christmas":
Thirty days are better than one.
Ramadan hype doesn't start a month in advance.
No canned Ramadan music all over town to deal with.
No capitalist corporations take advantage of our holiday by offering Ramadan
sales.
People don't drink eggnog during Ramadan.
People don't cheerfully murder millions of innocent trees every Ramadan.
First, and most important, you don't have to go on a diet after Ramadan!
(during Ramadan Muslims fast from sunrise to sunset)
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== EASTER ======================================================================
-= easter =-= 1 =------------------------------------------------------------
As an ultimate test of his will power, a man decided to give up sex for Lent.
Although not thrilled with the idea, his wife agreed to support him in this
effort. The first few weeks weren't too difficult. Things got tougher during
the next couple of weeks, so the wife wore her dowdiest night clothes and chewed
on garlic before going to bed. The last couple of weeks were extremely tough on
the husband, so the wife took to locking the bedroom door and forcing the
husband to sleep on the couch.
Easter morning finally came. A knock came on the wife's bedroom door.
"Knock!!! Knock!!! Knock!!!"
Husband: "Guess who?"
Wife: "I know who it is!"
Husband: "Guess what I want?"
Wife: "I know what you want!"
Husband: "Guess what I'm knockin' with?"
-= easter =-= 2 =------------------------------------------------------------
What does the Easter Bunny get for making baskets.
2 or 3 points like everyone else.
-= easter =-= 3 =------------------------------------------------------------
When a street procession re-enacting the crucifixion (Easter, 1984) was halted
by traffic in west London, a group of local youths surrounded the actor playing
Jesus, cut loose his ropes, told him to run for it and said that they would
cover his getaway.
-= easter =-= 4 =------------------------------------------------------------
Roses are reddish,
Violets are bluish.
If it wasn't for Easter,
We'd all be Jewish.
-= easter =-= 5 =------------------------------------------------------------
Three people walk up the St. Peter, hoping to enter heaven, but he has a
little test for them first. He asks the first man why we celebrate Easter, and
the man says, "Oh, that's the day when we get really dressed up in fun costumes
and go trick or treating right?"
St. Peter is disgusted and he sends the man to hell.
The second man comes to the gate and St. Peter asks him the same question,
and this man says, "Oh, this is when we eat turkey and celebrate all of the
things that we are thankful for right?"
Peter couldn't beleive it, he sent the second man to hell and called the
third man up. He again asked the man why Easter is so important, and why we
celebrate it, and this man says, "Oh, that is easy. Jesus came to the earth and
he was crucified, and buried in a cave..."
St. Peter sighed because his faith in man was restored, but then he heard the
man say... "and then Jesus rose up and exited the cave...and if he sees his
shadow we get another three months of winter, right?"
================================================================================
== HALLOWEEN ===================================================================
-= halloween =-= 1 =---------------------------------------------------------
Abducted Bat Is Back, But Mystery Lingers
By Stephen Hunt, Salt Lake Tribune
Last year, shortly after Kris and Tyler Walton noticed an inflatable black
Halloween bat was missing from their porch, the Salt Lake couple began receiving
postcards from around the world signed by "Matt the Bat."
The cards, usually indicating Matt was "having a good time," were postmarked
from New York, Florida, Mexico, Hawaii and Paris.
Mrs. Walton initially thought she was receiving the postcards by mistake.
But after reading a few of them carefully, she decided they must be linked to
her missing inflatable bat.
Some postcards promised Matt would return in time for Halloween.
Sunday night it happened, with Matt returning as mysteriously as he
disappeared. He was delivered at 11:30 P. M. by a neighbor claiming three
people she met on the street asked her to deliver the package.
The Waltons are still puzzling over that. But a dozen photos in the package
with Matt left no doubt the intrepid bat had been seeing the world.
The snapshots show Matt relaxing on a sandy beach, snorkeling in the ocean,
cooling off in a Virgin Islands hotel swimming pool and hanging out in frong of
a Honolulu police station.
Though various pepole appear in the photos with Matt, there is no one the
Waltons recognize. "We're baffled," Mrs. Walton said.
-= halloween =-= 2 =---------------------------------------------------------
What kind of protozoa likes Halloween?
An amoeboo!
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How do vampires get around on Halloween night?
By blood vessels.
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What do people from West Virginia (or wherever) do for halloween?
Pump kin.
-= halloween =-= 5 =---------------------------------------------------------
Why do ghouls and demons hang out together?
Because demons are a ghoul's best friend!
-= halloween =-= 6 =---------------------------------------------------------
Did you hear what happened to the guy who couldn't keep up payments to his
exorcist?
He was repossessed.
-= halloween =-= 7 =---------------------------------------------------------
10 Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren't
1. So...What did you get in the sack?
2. Once you get under the sheet, start moaning and groaning!
3. Just hop on that broomstick and ride it!
4. Those small suckers are gone in a few licks.
5. I got the best piece from that house.
6. Quit screwing around on the porch!
7. Stick your hand in and guess what you're feeling.
8. It was so filled and heavy, I had to use two hands.
9. They'll suck you dry if they get their teeth in you.
10. I bobbed but couldn't get my mouth around it.
-= halloween =-= 8 =---------------------------------------------------------
From Late Show with David Letterman - October 31, 1994
10 Signs You're At A Bad Halloween Party
10. Jack-o-lantern looks suspiciously like the neighborhood mailman's head.
9. A guy from Domino's delivers a pizza, and wins Best Costume.
8. Shirtless Ed Asner walking around as "The Wolfman".
7. You see the guy dressed as President Clinton coming out of the bedroom with
your wife.
6. They're serving haunted pancakes.
5. So-called ghost is just the old guy from the 1-800-collect commercials.
4. You say "nice crazy dwarf costume" to a guy and he says, "I'm Ross Perot,
you bastard!"
3. It's your first Halloween party in prison, and you're the door prize.
2. A woman dressed as Lorena Bobbitt mistakes you for a guy dressed as John
Bobbitt.
1. Hey Chester, those ain't candy corn!
-= halloween =-= 9 =---------------------------------------------------------
Politically Correct Halloween
Political correctness is taking its toll on Halloween. Consider some old
Halloween activities, for example:
Witch burning: Just singe one around the edges today and the ERA types will be
on you like stink on shit. What 30 centuries of white male authors used to call
witches, are today respected as complexion-impaired, wardrobe-challenged wom...
uh, womyn.
Window waxing: These days you'll only set off the light-, noise-, motion-, and
aroma-sensitive burglar alarm, and quickly exit in cuffs and revolving lights,
if you're lucky enough not to leave prime filet of leg with the neighborhood
rottweiler.
Trick-or-treating: This obviously would be prosecuted as a violation of federal
RICO [racketeering] statutes, except that most of the perpetrators are
juveniles, and thus have the civil right to thumb their noses at the law and be
back on the street before the candy runs out.
And then there are the treats themselves:
Candy should be dispensed only with balancing doses of Ritalin, soft-bristle
toothbrushes and an effective (but fluoride-free) dentifrice.
Apples should be organic, Alar-free, union-packed, washed in genuine American
Zephyrhills water, and X-rayed before being handed out. Any worms should be
housed, fed, read their rights, then returned to their native soil, or, if they
so choose, given refugee status in yours.
Certain traditional Halloween games are not politically correct:
That icky old "autopsy" game in which you blindfold little kids and tell them
a plate of spaghetti is guts and a bowl of peeled grapes is eyeballs will cost
you your homeowners insurance because of the choking hazard, and due to the risk
of suits for emotional damage.
Pin the tail on the donkey, with a real pin? Uh uh, cruelty to animals or
their depictions is a no-no.
Bobbing for apples is permitted, as long as there's an equal (and not
separate) opportunity to jane for them, too.
Jill-o'-lanterns are encouraged, after 1997 they will be mandatory.
And, finally, costumes:
Ghosts are out of date. Casper is clearly a dead, white male, probably
European, and full of hot air to boot.
Fairy princess costumes might offend both gays and feminists.
Frankenstein monster costumes will offend transplant recipients, not to
mention employment-producing neck-bolt manufacturers.
Dracula outfits will bring stern warning letters from the Transylvanian
consulate.
Those neat masks with jaws rotted away, eyes bulging on distended optic
stalks and massive, oozing wounds will get you in trouble with lawyers who
specialize in representing accident victims on contingency bases. Which is to
say, all of them.
Disney costumes. Sleepy and Dopey will anger the vertically-impaired,
Cinderella the adoption agencies, and Aladdin the Arab-American lobby.
Uncle Remus? You might as well wear your robe and pointy hat.
A cowperson? Perhaps, but don't pack a gun. And don't even think about
punching a cow.
So there you are. The scariest thing about Halloween these days is that you're
not allowed to offend or scare anyone. And if someone scares you, you can't
scream. In some communities, any auditory emissions over 75 decibels is a zoning
violation punishable by a fine and/or jail term. Whether you can react instead
with a sullen but non-denominational moment of silence will be considered later
this term by the Supreme Court. Until then, do so at your own risk.
-= halloween =-= 10 =---------------------------------------------------------
An old lady opens the door Halloween night to find a little boy dressed up as
a pirate.
"Oh, aren't you the cutest little Pirate?! And where are your Buccaneers?"
"There under my Buckin' hat, lady."
-= halloween =-= 11 =---------------------------------------------------------
Found in an OSU newsgroup. (Read: Columbus, Ohio, USA)
[ Article crossposted from osu.opinion ]
[ Author was Stefan N Marsh (snmarsh@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu) ]
[ Posted on 24 Oct 1994 20:09:39 GMT ]
I would argue that in spite of their Halloween spirit, the Burger King
restaurant on Main Street just west of Bexley really dropped the ball. The sign
outside reads:
"Welcome to Boo-ger King."
Needless to say, this is not an attractive prospect for potential customers!
-= halloween =-= 12 =---------------------------------------------------------
Devil's Night - Who Needs It?
By John Hughes
(Yes, the Director of "Home ALone, Pretty in Pink, etc.)
Originally published in National Lampoon, October 1980
As a homeowner, I certainly don't. I have windows with screens that might be
waxed and spray-painted and slit. I leave my car out. My garbage cans are
always filled to the brim and my children require separate jack o'lanterns,
which means twice the the mess to hose off the driveway in the morning. No, I
don't think society needs Halloween vandalism. We need youth clubs and riot
police. We need stun guns and great big four-wheel-drive Jeep paddy wagons to
cruise the streets for kids with suspicious-looking kit bags containing paint
cans, pliers, tin snips, road flares, eggs, rocks, kitchen matches, fire works,
lighter fluid, tampons, parafin,sugar, and rotting fish in sandwich bags.
I participated in this sort of when I was a kid, but back then it was good
old-fashioned fun and no one I ever went soaping windows with ever humiliated a
front yard with a giant economy pack of White Cloud. We scared the heck out of
widows with our rubber masks and big plastic teeth, but they knew it was
Halloween and I'd be willing to bet my paycheck that not more than one of them
ever required medical attention as a result of my shenanigans. That's a good
word, shenanigans, because that's what is was. Today, kids aren't interested in
shenanigans. Shenanigans aren't any fun. Ringing doorbells is shenanigans.
Pouring Mountain Dew in my gas tank is pyschosickness.
Where does one draw the line? Was my slingshotting dog nuggets at fellow
trick or treaters different from kids tearing up my automatic sprinkler system
and hauling it out in the road? Was my heaving a condom filled with egg yolk at
a passing car different from today's young men hurling burning road flares onto
my garage roof? You bet, and for the simple reason that in 1980, the shoes' on
the other foot.
I got chased around by plenty of angry old grouches, and if I knew their
phone numbers, I'd call them up and apologize for running the garden hose
through their mail chutes. And just as I risked having to work weekends to earn
money to pay for sidewalks that I poured enamel paint on, the youth of today
will have to risk coming out of the record store to see a 1979 silver Chevy
Caprice with a Reagan bumper sticker driving over several thousand dollars'
worth of imported racing bikes.
The Homemade Dummy
1960: I made a dummy by sewing together an old pair of blue jeans, a long-
sleeved flannel shirt, and beat-up tennis shoes. Then I stuffed the thing with
crumpled-up newspaper and heaved it out of the bathroom window on the second
story of our house, yelling, "Suicide!" The perfect prank, until the fire
department arrived to treat the elderly man a cross the street.
1961: I stole a bike with training wheels from the people across the street and
attached the dummy to the seat with nails and glue. I taped the arms to the
handlebars with friction tape and wired the legs to the pedals. Then I whipped
the bike down the driveway and right in front of a passing car. Hilarious,
until a cop dragged me out of the clump of dew bushes I was watching from and
gave me a Dutch rub and a kick in the butt.
1962: I laid the dummy with a pumpkin head in the gutter and when a car came
around the corner I screamed, "Look out!" The driver was unable to stop until
she had run over the pumpkin, which made a horrible crunchy sound. Great fun,
except for having to face my dad in his bathrobe at the police station and
having to explain to him that lots of guys' dads have to go to police stations
in their pajamas.
1963: I laid the dummy on a porch and stuck one of my mom's steak knives in its
back and doused it catsup. I rang the doorbell and dove into the bushes. After
the woman stopped shrieking, I moaned in my "Shock Theater" voice, "You're
next!" And it was just a riot, till when the Detroit police went to my dad's
office and arrested him after analyzing the dummy at the crime lab and tracing
the laundry marks in the old shirt to him.
Memories Of Baby-Sitters
Except maybe for golf courses, there wasn't any thing more fun for me than a
baby-sitter. She'd be all alone in a big strange house with young children, and
she knew she was just about completely helpless. On Halloween, most baby-sitters
were nervous wrecks. There was I nothing but scary stuff on TV, the doorbell was
ringing constantly and her years at summer camp taught her that most mental
patients escape right around Halloween. My favorite victims were my sister's
high school girl friends. Not only were they gullible, but they screamed louder
than cats afire. I recall a particularly successful assault on Halloween, 1964.
8:15 PM: I called Karen at the Rivards' and, disguising my voice, told her that
I was an insane lunatic with metal feet and a deadly saw I stole from a
carpenter I killed and I was going to kill here before the night was done.
8:30 PM: I crushed a pair of Vernor's ginger-ale cans and tied them to my feet
with my shoelaces and clomped around on the Rivards' porch and moaned, "I want
blood!"
8:35 PM: I dropped a handsaw I stole from our neighbor's garage through the
Rivards' mail slot and taped the doorbell down.
8:40 PM: I rushed home and ran upstairs and called the Rivards' and told Karen,
in my most adult voice, that was the cops and that we'd gotten a report that the
lunatic with the metal feet was in the basement of the house and was on his way
up to kill her and that she should run out on the lawn and take off her blouse
so we, the police, would know it was her and not the lunatic's insane girl-
friend accomplice.
8:42 PM: I dashed out of our house and down to the Rivards', where Karen was
standing in the front yard struggling with her blouse buttons and screaming at
the top of her lungs. I whipped an egg at her, which caught her in the shoulder,
and I took off.
3 :30 PM the following day: Karen's boyfriend, Chet, wrote the word "Asswipe" on
my forehead with a permanent-ink laundry marker and tore the light off my bike.
Fun On The Hall Phone
After I had gotten home from a long evening of Halloween hooliganism, I'd fix
myself some thing good to eat and sit down at the telephone table in the
downstairs hallway. First thing I would do was dial the operator and tell her
that a phone line was down in my backyard and was spraying dangerous electrical
sparks all over. Then I'd call up information and ask for the number of a Mr.
Harry Dick. Then I'd call up our local youth trouble line and ask where I could
get a whore. I would then unscrew the mouthpiece on the phone and dial a number
at random. When someone answered I'd tell them that I was with the coroner's
office and that there had been a death. When the other party asked who had died,
I would jiggle the mouthpiece so that it crackled and I'd say, "Hello? Hello? I
can't hear you! Hello?" Then I'd hang up and order a dozen pizzas and half a
dozen Italian beef sandwiches for the "A's" in the phone book. After that, I'd
ring up the fire department and tell them that I couldn't wake my parents and
that the house smelled funny and that I felt like throwing up. Then I'd gag and
hang up. If I wasn't ready for bed after all that, I'd call up a girl in my
class, and if her dad answered, I'd tell him that she left her underpants in my
garage. If I was still in the mood for fun, I'd call our minister and cut the
cheese. Finally, I would look in our newspaper obituaries and get the name of
someone in town who'd died and then look up his phone number. I'd place a
collect call to his house, saying I was him. Then I'd leave a big booger on the
mouthpiece of the phone and go to bed. If, however, I was sleeping over at
friend's house, I'd dial long-distance weather and leave the phone off the hook
all night.
-= halloween =-= 13 =---------------------------------------------------------
So these 3 vampires walk into a bar. The waitress comes up to them and asks
them what they'll have. The first vampire says, (Transylvanian accent inferred)
"I'll have a glass of O Positive."
The second vampire says, "I'll have a glass of AB Negative."
The third vampire says, "I'm the designated driver. I'll just have a glass
of plasma."
The waitress turns toward the bartender and yells, "Gimme two bloods and one
blood lite!"
-= halloween =-= 14 =---------------------------------------------------------
These two vampires walk into a bar. The waitress comes up to them and asks
them what they'll have.
The first vampire says (Transylvanian accent inferred), "I'll have a glass of
fresh virgin blood."
The second vampire says, "I'll have a glass of boiled water."
So the first vampire asks the second one what he likes about plain water and
the second vampire replies, "I just found a used tampon, so I'll make meself a
cup of tea."
-= halloween =-= 15 =---------------------------------------------------------
There was a costume party at a mental hospital; the theme of the party was
war.
The first person comes up onto the stage and says, "I'm an atomic bomb." He
gets his applause and steps down.
The second person comes up and says, "I'm a hydrogen bomb." Again, there's
applause and he steps down.
And then a naked little man comes up to the stage and says, "I'm dynamite."
Everybody runs away hysterically. When one of them is asked why, he says,
"Didn't you see how small his fuse was?"
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== THANKSGIVING ================================================================
-= thanksgiving =-= 1 =------------------------------------------------------
The day before Thanksgiving this little boy heard his mom and dad fighting.
The husband said to his wife, "You stupid bitch, you have floppy tits."
She wasn't about to be outdone and said, "Well you have a crooked dick, you
bastard."
Well, the little boy heard every word they said. After they got done
fighting, he went up to the mom and asked her what bitches and bastards were.
She told him that they were people. Then he asked what crooked dicks and floppy
tits were. She told him that they were coats and hats. The little boy accepted
both answers and went on his way.
The next day, they were getting ready for a huge feast with friends and
family. The little boy went up stairs where his dad was shaving. The dad cut
himself and said, "Shit!" Well once again, the boy started asking questions and
asked what 'shit' was. The father told him that it was "shaving cream". The
boy accepted this answer and went downstairs were his mom was stuffing a turkey.
When the mom cut herself with a knife, she said, "Fuck!" The boy once again
asked what 'fuck' was. She told him that it was "stuffing". About that time,
the door bell rang.
When the little boy went to answer the door, it was his grandparents. Upon
opening the door, the little boy said: "Hi bitches and bastards. Let me take
your crooked dicks and floppy tits for you. Dad's upstairs putting shit on his
face and mom's in the kitchen fucking the turkey."
-= thanksgiving =-= 2 =------------------------------------------------------
This is a selection from a book called "Then Some Other Things Happened", a
collection of short pieces about history written by eighth graders and compiled
by Bill Lawrence, a teacher and columnist.
Pilgram Interrupters
The Pilgrams were a bunch of English wonderers who wanted to worship as they
wanted to. They escaped the Church of England and came over here because they
heard that American churches were different.
The May Flower was the ship with which they came in. It didn't have a
bathroom on board so there was quite an oder. Priscillia Mullins was the
captain.
First the Pilgrams had gone to Holland but left when their children started
developing customs there. After a stopover at Williamsbug when a large storm
blew them off course they landed on a big, slimey rock in Massatusetts. They
spent the winter there.
Before they got off the ship even they drew up an agreement for the people of
Plymouth to agree on the voting for governors and congressmen. They kept this
hid in the May Flower Compact. Lord Delaware was elected the first governor
of Plymouth Rock.
A friendly Indian named Rhone Oak showed the Pilgrams how to plant corn by
putting it in the ground. Rhone Oak had been the first Indian to come to
America and always wanted a beer. He traveled around with Miles Standy and
translated language. He knew enough English to interrupt.
Another interrupter for the white man was Squanto, who was called that
because he was so short. Squanto drew up a declaration to give the settlers
freedom of government in the new land. The Pilgrams gave the Indians thanks for
all this and that's what started Thanksgiving.
The Pilgrams then appointed Thanksgiving as a national holiday. Abraham
Lincoln later pronounced it and gave it to them and it soon became a national
holiday all around the world.
These people always wore old shoes with a big buckel on the top of them. The
men wore pants that only came a little ways past the knees and the girls wore
funny bonnets.
But if these people wouldn't had of come to America the United States
wouldn't be like it is today.
-= thanksgiving =-= 3 =------------------------------------------------------
Ways To Make Thanksgiving More Fun - 11/18/94
6. Stuff the turkey with nitrous oxide.
5. Bring home one of those inflatable balloons from the Macy's Parade and
introduce it as your date for the evening.
4. While President Clinton watches the football game on TV, fire a few practice
shots at his front window.
3. Run around the dinner table shouting, "O.J. killed this turkey!".
2. Invite Howard Stern over to fondle your turkey breasts.
1. Pour a can of cranberries down your pants.
-= thanksgiving =-= 4 =------------------------------------------------------
I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my
neighbourhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and
took their land. - Jon Stewart, on The Jon Stewart Show
-= thanksgiving =-= 5 =------------------------------------------------------
According to a Thanksgiving press release from the Butterball company, the
highlight of calls to the company's emergency hotline occurred in 1993 when a
woman reported that her pet Chihuahua had jumped into the cavity of the family's
turkey and was stuck.
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== VALENTINE'S DAY =============================================================
-= valentine's day =-= 1 =---------------------------------------------------
Ways To Say "I Love You"
Translation in (...), pronunciation tips in [...], other notes in [...]
Afrikaans Ek is lief vir jou
Ek het jou liefe
Ek hou van U [jou can be used, but U is more personal]
Ek sekondeer dit
Albanian Te je zemra ime
Te dua
Te dashuroj
American Sign Language [Point to yourself "I"; then cross your
arms, with hands closed, just under your
collarbones "love"; then point to the
other person "you">
Amharic Afekrishalehou
Wudshalo
Arabic Ana Behibak [female to a male]
Bahibak [nonstandard, female to male]
Ana Behibek [male to a female]
Bahibek [nonstandard, male to female]
Ahebich [male to female]
Ahebik [female to male]
Ooheboki [formal Arabic, male to female]
Ooheboka [formal Arabic, female to male]
Ib'n hebbak
Nhebuk
Ohibokoma [male or female to two males or females]
Nohiboke [more than one male or female to female]
Benhibak [nonstandard, more than one male or
female to male]
Nohiboka [male to male or female to male]
Nohibokoma [male to male or female to two males or
females]
Nohibokom [male to male or female to more than two
males]
Nohibokon [male to male or female to more than two
females]
Benhibik [nonstandard, male to male or female to
female]
Benhibkom [nonstandard, male to male or female to
more than one male]
Basque Nere maitea
Berber Lakh tirikh
Bolivian Qanta munani [Quechua Mayan indians]
Braille :..:| ..:| |..-.. .::":.., :.:;
Brazilian Eu te amo
Bulgarian Obicham te
As te obeicham
As te obicham
Burmese Chit pa de
Cambodian kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah
Bon sro lanh oon
Canadian I love you, eh?
Sh'teme [French Canadian]
Je t'aime [French Canadian] (I like you)
Je t'adore [French Canadian] (I love you)
Catalan T'estim [Mallorcan]
T'estime [Valencian]
T'estimo [Catalonian]
T'estim molt (I love you a lot)
Chamoru Hu guaiya hao
Chichewa Ndimakukonda
Chickasaw Chiholloli [first 'i' nasalized]
Chinese Wuo i nee [Mandarin]
Ngo oi ney [Cantonese]
Moi oiy neya [Cantonese]
Wa ai lu [Hokkien]
Corsican Ti tengu cara [male to female]
Ti tengu caru [female to male]
Croatian Ja te volim [informal, used in proper speech]
Volim te [informal, used in common speech]
Ja vas volim [formal, used in proper speech]
Volim vas [formal, used in common speech]
Ljubim te [currently means "I kiss you"; 'lj'
pronounced like 'll' in Spanish, one
sound, 'ly'ish]
Ljubim te
Te ljubam (I really love you)
Pozdrav (Greetings)
Maiese Wa wa
Malaysian Sayah chantikan awah
Saya cinta kamu
Saya cintamu
Saya sayangmu
Saya sayangkan mu
Aku sayang enkow
Aku sayang enkow
Aku sayang padamu
Aku cinta padamu
Engkaulah permata hatiku
Maori Taku Whaia Ipo [New Zealand]
Mohawk Konoronhkwa
Moroccan Kanbhik [both entries heremean the same, but are]
Kanhebek spoken in different cities]
Navaho Ayor anosh'ni
Ndebele Niyakutanda [Zimbabwe]
Norwegian Jeg elsker deg [Bokmaal]
Eg elskar deg [Nynorsk]
Jeg elsker deg [Riksmaal]
Op Op lopveop yopuop
Orangutan Ooook!!!
Osetian Aez dae warzyn
Pakistani Muje se mu habbat hai
Mein tum se pyar karti hoon
Persian Tora dust midaram [Farsi]
Asheghetam [Farsi]
Doostat daram [Farsi]
Mahn doostaht doh-rahm [Farsi]
Man ashe ghetam [Farsi]
Philippine Mahal kita
Iniibig kita
Sinisinta kita
Iniirog kita
Ginahigugma ko ikaw [Ilonggo]
Namumutan ta ka [Bicol]
Gihigugma ko ikaw [Cebuano]
Ay ayating ka [Ilocano]
Mahal kita [Tagalog]
Pig Latin Ie ovele ouye
Polish Kocham cie
Kocham ciebie
Yacha kocham
Portuguese Eu amo te
Amo te
Gosto de ti, porra [Alentejano]
Quenya Tye-mela'ne [Elf language by J. R. R. Tolkien]
Romanian Te iu besc
Te ador
Russian Ya lyublyu tebya
Ya tyebya lyublyu [best]
Ya vas lyublyu
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