It’s the maid’s day off at the LL household. 

(yeah haha, there is no maid) But I have daughters to dragoon to that task.
The plastic trash bags filled with torn wrapping paper have been moved into the trash bin outside as have misc. packaging items.
And bouncing through my heads are all of the fractured Christmas carols that I’ve learned through the years, each of which reminds me of people and places where I first heard them:
Joy to The World

Joy to the world, ’cause Santa’s dead.
We bar-b-cued his head.
We bar-b-cued his body,
and flushed it down the poddy, etc.

Deck the Halls

Kiss the balls of an old brown Collie,
Lick the part that makes him jolly,
Fala-la-la-la, etc.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer 

Rudolph the brown-nosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny gun,
And if you ever saw it,
You would turn around and run, etc.

Sure, there are more of them. I just shared the ones that I was humming while I cleaned up the mess. Then decided to come into the den, take a break and blog.


  1. Jingle Bells
    Mortar shells
    VC in the grass
    Take your Merry Christmas
    And stick it up your . . .

    Wishing you all the best in the new year Larry!

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