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[Floda]

Yeah, let's all get pissed on Christmas Day,
The one day of the year
when foes embrace despite their race,
with shining smiles on every face
each heart filled with good cheer.

Yeah, let's all get pissed on Christmas Day,
Forget the days done by,
let guns fall silent, peace to all
awaiting the awakening call
then, let the bullets fly.

Yeah, let's all get pissed on Christmas Day,
The New Year lies ahead,
the thieves who brought about our grief
who, for this day, keep sword in sheath
cannot bring back the dead.

Yeah, let's all get pissed on Christmas Day,
Our Country is in danger,
those 'Leaders' of opposing views
who spread the lies and call it news
who deal with us just as they choose
"The dodgers of the flying shoes"
the hypocrites prepared to use
religious symbols as a ruse
designed to distort and confuse,
the message from the 'Manger'.

Yeah, let's all get pissed on Christmas Day,
let's numb our brains with liquor,
the 'Brits' will show you how it's done
the bearer's of the smoking gun
who promise all yet give up none
who spread the hate midst everyone
until their evil work is done
and Father will oppose his Son,
the plot grows, ever thicker.

Merry Christmas, from the starving millions who are unable to join you in your moments of merriment.

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[Oracle]

Floda

A sobering thought .....

... but a beautiful piece.

[bill cobbett]

It seems to fit with the tune for " I Saw Three Ships....". Is that right F .... or am I (hic) pissed?

[Floda]

It seems to fit with the tune for " I Saw Three Ships....". Is that right F .... or am I (hic) pissed?

Not for the first line bill, but thereafter I suggest 'S-HOOKS' would be an appropriate description for your condition.

Merry Christmas.

[Oracle]

It seems to fit with the tune for " I Saw Three Ships....". Is that right F .... or am I (hic) pissed?

Are you pissed already?

How can those words possibly fit into " I saw 3 ships ..." No repeating refrains!

Now, ... How about .......

"Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen ..."

[bill cobbett]

It seems to fit with the tune for " I Saw Three Ships....". Is that right F .... or am I (hic) pissed?

Are you pissed already?

How can those words possibly fit into " I saw 3 ships ..." No repeating refrains!

Now, ... How about .......

"Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen ..."

...anything fits when you're a pissed, crap singer (like mois).

[Oracle]

Not being as talented as Floda, I shall sneak a pre-produced deposit here, which I think fits. I read this to my son every Christmas Eve, from an Olde beautifully illustrated book ...

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

[Floda]

The icy fingers of 'Fear' searched and stretched toward me, yet I was safe between them, for they touched me not.

The arms of 'Time' embraced me, intent upon my demise, yet I found warmth within them.

The poison of 'Hatred' spilled over me, yet I breathed the purity of my love of life.

The arrows of 'Pain' sped toward me, thinking that I was without armour now, yet I stepped from their flight.

The green eye of 'Envy' raked my image, yet I was transformed into an emerald.

My 'Enemies' stood watching, like jackals who feed upon the fallen mighty.

As like a 'Wall' I stand, blank and bleak, yet within the wall a vision that they could not see.

'Strength' that cannot be weakened.

'Armour' that cannot be pierced.

'Rock' that is eternal.

'Space' that never ends.

Against his foe the warrior stood, surveying the horde that was arrayed before him.

Not one would move to deal him a blow, for 'Fear' was their only weapon, and he feared them not.

.

[Lee A Kada]

Shouldn't all of you in Cyprus be in bed now. Santa will go straight past your house if you're not asleep

[Lucky Jim]

Floda you are indeed a seriously mixed up little moron you can shove your little ditty straight up were the sun dont shine.
Regards Lucky Jim A true Brit.