A holiday request from the Mickleblog.
Nyuck nyuck nyuck and ho ho ho.
Last summer I swam in a public place and a reservoir to boot
At the latter I was informal, at the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit
Loudon Wainwright III
The Swimming Song
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock,
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
W.S. Gilbert
Ko-Ko, Pooh-Bah, and Pish-Tush contemplate losing their heads.
From The Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan.
The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl, Fairytale of New York. Christmas dreams, shattered and otherwise. Grubby lyrics and soaring music. Tenderness and hope – which, after all, is what Christmas is all about.
Merry Christmas. And a tip of the tuque to Walt Kelly, who loved Christmas.
Half Man Half Biscuit, It’s Clichéd to be Cynical at Christmas. Half Man Half Biscuit stand firm against the forces of Christmas snark.
Louis Armstrong, ‘Zat You, Santa Claus? Just, uh, slip the presents under the door, Santa.
“Weird Al” Yankovic, Christmas at Ground Zero. Duck and cover with your Yuletide lover.
John Legend and Stephen Colbert, Nutmeg. Ladies, Mr. John Legend wants to nog your egg.
Louis Prima and Keely Smith, Shake Hands with Santa Claus. Wishing you the swingingest Christmas ever.