Hit Pause for Santa Claus

Hey, hey, gimme a
minute,
Ya hear?

Hit Pause for Santa Claus,

I spend all year
Getting all the toys in gear
Show me some Christmas cheer.

Hear, hear,

Hit Pause for Santa Claus,

Ain’t askin’ you to stop your career,
Wanna make that very clear,
Just show me some Christmas cheer.

Hey, hey, honey chile’
Cantcha chill for a while?

Hit Pause for Santa Claus,

Let go of that hectic lifestyle,
C’mon, toss that office file
Shine on a big ole smile
Is all I ask with no guile.

Hit Pause for Santa Claus

Hey, that ain’t crampin’ your style,
Do somethin’ fun before you go senile;
Smile, smile, long as a mile.

It’s Christmas time in the city,
In the country,
In the valley,
So let’s have a pep rally

For Christmas merry, merry

Hit Pause for Santa Claus

Let’s all be jolly,
Stop and smell the holly.

Hit Pause for Santa Claus

So we can all have a merry, merry

CHRISTMAS

[Note: The original lyrics above were slightly changed in the video to accommodate the limitations of the singer’s vocal range.]

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Christmas Gotta Go On

[Note: I know we’ve got no singing talent,
But our desire to extend Christmas merriment
Overrides any shame and embarrassment.

 Thanks to Cabana Boy’s help with music and lyrics,
This quasi-rap song is performed by yours truly
And some rapper wannabees.

 Our amateur audio performance moniker:
Two Foxy Chicks and a Hot Cougar]

Christmas Gotta Go On

Say what, whut
But . . . but . . .
Christmas can’t be over!

I’m not done wearing my ugly sweater
Christmas, man, is so much better
No, no, it’s gotta go on,
Lay off that tree, you moron!

Christmas ain’t done just yet,
I’se still waitin’ for my choo choo set.
Yo, Santa, you dissin’ me here,
Where be my Christmas cheer?

I been drinkin’ my nog and Jack,
Yo, Santa, you dissin’ my shack.

Say what, whut

I hear da ringin’
Santa, Santa, what you bringin’?

Don’t you worry, I’se ready to snooze,
I’ll leave out cookies, apple pie, and booze.

santa

11 Days before Christmas

(A Christmas Tale Countdown series, Part 3; see Part 2)

doves

Ebenezer lived with his great-Aunt Maisey, who professed every day she would leave everything to Ebenezer if he continued to mind her. He liked the old biddy enough but wished she wasn’t so robust. He wouldn’t mind if she were feeble and in bed most of the time. Instead, she tended to flit about and meddle in everyone’s business, as she was now doing in his. The two of them were in the drawing-room drinking tea together, although his mind was on Elizabeth.

“Darling boy, how preoccupied you look today. What is on your mind, sweet son?”
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