I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day
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(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th' unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men."

Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.


[This message was edited Sat Dec 20 21:38:48 PST 2003 by Sweeny79]

Xmas (Baby Please Come Home)

The snow 's coming down
I'm watching it fall
Lots of people around
Baby please come home

The church bells in town
All ringing in song
Full of happy sounds
Baby please come home

They're singing "Deck The Halls"
But it's not like Christmas at all
Cuz I remember when you were here
And all the fun we had last year

Pretty lights on the tree
I'm watching them shine
You should be here with me
Baby please come home

They're singing "Deck The Halls"
But it's not like Christmas at all
Cuz I remember when you were here
And all the fun we had last year

If there was a way
I'd hold back this year
But it's Christmas day
Please
Please
Please
Please
Baby please come home
Baby please come home
Baby please come home
Baby please come home

Wham!
Last Christmas

Last Christmas I gave you my heart,
But the very next day you gave it away.
This year yo save me from tears,
I'll give it to someone special.

Once bitten and twice shy,
I keep my distance,
But you still catch my eye,
Tell me baby,
Do you recognize me?
Well, it's been a year,
It doesn't surprise me.
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you".
I meant it,
Now I know what a fool I've been.
But if you kissed me now,
I know you'd fool me again.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart,
But the very next day you gave it away.
This year yo save me from tears,
I'll give it to someone special.

A crowded room,
Friends with tired eyes.
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice.
My God, I thought you were
Someone to rely on.
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on.

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart,
A man under cover, but you tore me apart.
Now I've found a real love,
You'll never fool me again

Last Christmas I gave you my heart,
But the very next day you gave it away.
This year yo save me from tears,
I'll give it to someone special.

Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special.

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

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,
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick croccodile.

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, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an apalling dump heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich with arsenic sauce.

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth

Every body stops
and stares at me
These two teeth are
gone as you can see
I don't know just who
to blame for this catastrophe!
But my one wish on Christmas Eve
is as plain as it can be!

All I want for Christmas
is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth!
Gee, if I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could with you
"Merry Christmas."
It seems so long since I could say,
"Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!"

Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
if I could only whistle (thhh)
All I want for Christmas
is my two front teeth,
my two front teeth,
see my two front teeth.
Gee, if I could only
have my two front teeth,
then I could wish you
"Merry Christmas!"

I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas


"I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
I don't want a doll, no dinkey tinker toys
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use a dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door
That's the easy thing to do

I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy, what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinosaurus
I only likes hippopotamuses [sic]
And hippopotamuses [sic] like me, too

Mom says a hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian
There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage."

I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't be the same if you're not here with me
And when those blue snowflakes start fallin'
And when those blue melodies start callin'
You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue blue blue blue Christmas
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't mean a thing, if you're not here with me
I'll have a blue Christmas that's certain
And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas

Christmas time is here,
happiness and cheer,
fun for all
that children call
their favorite time of year.


Snowflakes in the air,
carols everywhere,
olden times
and ancient rhymes
and love and dreams to share.


Sleigh bells in the air;
beauty every where;
yuletide
by the fireside
and joyful memories there.


Christmas time is here;
we'll be drawing near;
oh that we
could always see
such spirit through the year,
[This message was edited Wed Dec 24 14:05:15 PST 2003 by applekisses]

Santa Claus and His Old Lady
Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong

Cheech: (Playing piano) "Mamamasita, donde esta Santa Cleese...the vecto wit da bony knees...he comin' down da street wit no choos on his feet...and he's going to..." No, no, that's ain't it... "Mamamasita, donde esta Santa Claus...da guy wit da hair on his jaws...he's..." Nah. Hey, man, come over here, man. I need some help, man.

Chong: Yeah, man, I can dig that. Like, what are ya doin', man?

Cheech: Aw, I'm trying to write a song about Santa Claus, man, but it's not comin' out...

Chong: About WHO, man?

Cheech: About Santa Claus, man. You know, Santa Claus, man?

Chong: Oh, yeah, man. I played with those dudes, man.

Cheech: WHAT?

Chong: Yeah, last year at the Philmore, man. Me and the base player sat in, man.

Cheech: Oh, hey, man, you think Santa Claus is a group, huh? No, it's not a group, man.

Chong: Wha? They break up, man?

Cheech: No, man. It's one guy, man. Y'know, he had a..a red suit, man, on with black padded leather choos...you know the guy, man.

Chong: Oh, yeah...he's with Motown, ain't he? Yeah, I played with that dude, too, man. He's a good singer, man.

Cheech: No, no, hold on, man. He's not with Motown, man.

Chong: Well, then he's with Buddha, man.

Cheech: Aw, man, you don't know who Santa Claus is, man!

Chong: Yeah, well, I'm not from here, man. Like, I'm from Pittsburgh, man. I don't know too many local dudes.

Cheech: Ohhh, I see. Well, hey, man, sit back and relax and I'll tell you da story about Santa Claus, man. Listen:

Once upon a time, about, hmmm, five years ago, there was this groovy dude and has name was Santa Claus, y'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, y'know. Like, she made da best brownies in town, man! Oh, I could remember 'em now, man. I could eat ONE of 'em, man...

Chong: Wow, did you know these people, man?

Cheech: Oh, yeah, man. They used to live next door to me, y'know...until they got kicked out, man.

Chong: Wha? They got kicked out of the projects, man?

Cheech: Yeah, y' know what happened, man? They used ta live with all these midgets, y'know, and da midgets used ta make a lot noise, y'know, like pounding and hammering and pounding all night, man...

Chong: Typical freaks, huh?

Cheech: Oh, yeah, man, they were REALLY freaks, man. As a matter of fact, they all moved up north together, y'know.

Chong: Oh, they had to go get their head together, man?

Cheech: Yeah, get their head together. And they started a commune, y'know. It was called the...uh..."Santa Claus and his Old Lady Commune" it was a real famous one up there, man. And they used to sit around and groove all the time, y'know.

Chong: Oh, yeah?

Cheech: Yeah, a really good time there, man.

Chong: That sounds heavy, man.

Cheech: Yeah, they eat da brownies, man, and they drink da tea, man...and what they did most of da time, though, was make a lotta goodies, y'know? And they had everything they needed they only needed to come into town maybe once year or something like that...

Chong: To pick up the welfare check and the food stamps, right.

Cheech: Yeah, man. No, no, what they did, man, is that, once a year, when they made all the goodies, y'know, they used ta put 'em in a big chopping bag and, then, they used ta take da chopping bag and give 'em to all the boys and girls all da way around da world, man!

Chong: Hey, well, that's hip, man! That sounds real nice, man.

Cheech: Oh, yeah, they were really nice people man. And so much class, man...they had so much class, y'know. Like, give or take da way they used ta deliver da toys, y'know. It's, like, Santa Claus used ta have this really charp chort, man, y'know? It was lower to da ground, had twice- pipes, candy-apple red and button top. Oooo, clean!

Chong: Hey, that sounds like a hip snowmobile, man.

Cheech: No, no, it wasn't a snowmobile it was a sled, y'know. One of those big sleds, y'know? And he used ta have it pulled by some reindeers, y'know, like, reindeers?

Chong: Some WHAT, man?

Cheech: Some reindeers, y'know. He used ta hook them onto da sled, and then he used ta stand up inside da sled and hold on to da reins, and then call out their names, like, "On, Donner! On, Blitzen! On, Chewy! On, Tavo! C'mon, Becto!" And then, the reindeers used ta take off into da sky and fly across da sky, man!

Chong: Wow, man! That's far out, man!

Cheech: Yeah! And then, when they flied across da sky, they used ta come down to place like, oh, Chicago, L.A., Nueva York and Pacoima and all those places, y'know, and then land on top of people's roofs, and then 'ol Santa Claus would make himself real small, y'know, like, a real small guy, and he'd come down da chimney and then he would give you all da stuff that he made, man. And...dig this, man...he did it all in one night, man!

Chong: Hey, just a minute, man. Now, how'd he do that, man?

Cheech: Oh, well, man, he took da freeway. How else, man?

Chong: No, man. No, man, how'd he do all that other stuff, man? Like, how'd he make himself small, man. And, how'd he, like, how'd he get the reindeer off the ground, man?

Cheech: Oh, well, man, he had some magic dust, man.

Chong: Some magic dust?

Cheech: Yeah, magic dust, y'know? He used ta give a little bit to da reindeer, a little bit to Santa Claus, a little bit more for Santa Claus, a little bit more...

Chong: And this would get the reindeer off, man?

Cheech: Aw, got 'em off, man?!? Are you kidding, man? They flew all da way around da world, man!

Chong: Hey, that's far out, man! Hey, I come I never met this dude, man?

Cheech: Oh, man, he doesn't do that bit anymore, man. It got too dangerous, man.

Chong: Yeah, I can dig that, man, 'cause that's a dangerous bit, man!

Cheech: Yeah, lemme tell ya, it sure was, man. Like just two years ago, man, he got stopped at the border, y'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 chot at his reindeer, y'know.

Chong: Aw, that's a drag, man.

Cheech: Yeah, it really was, man. And then, man, he went down south, man, and they tried to cut of his hair and his beard, man. And all the time, he was getting stopped and pulled over and asked for his ID, man...just everywhere he went, he ran into too much recession, man.

Chong: No, man, you mean he ran into too much REPRESSION, man.

Cheech: Aw, "repression"..."recession"...it's all da same thing, man.

Chong: Yeah, man. But, it's a drag, man, 'cause we could sure use a dude like that right now.

Cheech: Oh, he still comes around, man.

Chong: Oh, yeah?

Cheech: Yeah, but he comes in disguises now...

Chong: Aw, he went "underground", man.

Cheech: Yeah, "underground", man.

Chong: I can dig it.

Cheech: Yeah. But you ought to see his disguise nobody would ever know it was him, man.

Chong: Oh, yeah?

Cheech: Yeah. He's gotta job in front of da department store, ringing this bell and playing this tambourine next to this black pot, y'know?

Chong: AW, I'VE SEEN THE DUDE, MAN!

Cheech: YEAH! You know who I'm talking about, man!

Chong: Yeah, man! I played with that cat last year, man!

Cheech: WHA?!?!?

Chong: Yeah, we played in front of a store, man! We made a lot of bread, man!

Cheech: Aw, hey, wait a minute, man! Santa Claus is not a musician, man!

Chong: I'm hip, man! That cat didn't know ANY tunes, man!

Cheech: Oh, hey, wait a minute, man...no, he's not hip to that at all, man.

Chong: No, but I played with THIS dude, man.

Cheech: Are you sure, man?

Chong: Positive!

FADE OUT

...now that is christmas right there.

Christmas In Hollis
Run D.M.C.

[Run]
It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark
When I see a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog oh my God an ill reindeer
But then I was illin because the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies 12 o'clock had neared
So I turned my head a second and the man had gone
But he left his driver's wallet smack dead on the lawn
I picket the wallet up then I took a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right
So I'm going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
Was a letter from Santa and all the dough was for me

[D.M.C.]
It's Christmas time in Hollis Queens
Mom's cooking chicken and collard greens
Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese
And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees
Decorate the house with lights at night
Snow's on the ground, snow white so bright
In the fireplace is the yule log
Beneath the mistle toe as we drink egg nog
The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's
But each and every year we bust Chrsitmas carrols
(Christmas melodies)

[Run-D.M.C.]
Rhymes so loud and proud you hear it
It's Christmas time and we got the spirit
Jack Frost chillin, the ?orchas out?
And that's what Christmas is all about
The time is now, the place is here
And the whole wide world is filled with cheer

[D.M.C.]
My name's D.M.C. with the mic in my hand
And I'm chilling and coolin just like a snowman
So open your eyes, lend us an ear
We want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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