| One very familiar type of song is the Christmas carol.
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| Although it is perhaps a bit out of season at this time.
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| However, I’m informed by my disk jockey friends — of whom
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| I have none, that in order to get a song popular by Christmas
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| Time, you have to start plugging it well in advance. |
| So here
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| Goes.
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| It has always seemed to me after all, that Christmas,
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| With it’s spirit of giving, offers us all a wonderful opportunity
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| Each year to reflect on what we all most sincerely and deeply
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| Believe in — I refer of course, to money. |
| And yet none of the
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| Christmas carols that you hear on the radio or in the street,
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| Even attempt to capture the true spirit of Christmas as we Celebrate it in the United States, that is to say the commercial
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| Spirit. |
| So I should like to offer the following Christmas carol
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| For next year, as being perhaps a bit more appropriate.
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| Christmas time is here, by golly
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| Disapproval would be folly
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| Deck the halls with hunks of holly
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| Fill the cup and don’t say when
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| Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens
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| Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
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| Even though the prospect sickens
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| Brother, here we go again
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| On Christmas Day you can’t get sore
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| Your fellow man you must adore
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| There’s time to rob him all the more
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| The other three hundred and sixty-four
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| Relations, sparing no expense, 'll
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| Send some useless old utensil
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| Or a matching pen and pencil
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| («Just the thing I need, how nice!»)
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| It doesn’t matter how sincere it is Nor how heart felt the spirit
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| Sentiment will not endear it What’s important is the price
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| Hark, the Herald Tribune sings
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| Advertising wondrous things
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| God rest ye merry merchants
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| May ye make the Yuletide pay
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| Angels we have heard on high
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| Tell us to go out and — buy!
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| So let the raucous sleighbells jingle
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| Hail our dear old friend Kriss Kringle
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| Driving his reindeer across the sky
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| Don’t stand underneath when they fly by
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| (Spoken)
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| Actually I did rather well myself, this last Christmas.
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| The nicest present I received was a gift certificate
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| «Good at any hospital for a lobotomy»… rather thoughtful. |