Now that you mention it, I remember it.

I kinda remember the Thank-You note after the 5th day. Something like, “At last, an end to the poultry!”

Then the cows and the lords a leaping and drummers. Seems like it ends with a restraining order.

There’s probably some way to Google it, but I’m not sure which search terms to use.

Could it have been Stan Freberg? I tend to remember it as a print/prose piece, but it’s ripe for sound effects and an evermore infuriated “true love.”

There is a hilarious version of “12 Days” wherein the lover being gifted becomes rather snarky by the time she has to deal with the partridge, the 3 french hens dropping feathers, the two turtle doves reproducing, the 4 collie (black birds), sqwaking all over the place, the six geese laying eggs all over her house, and the seven rather messy swans, swimming in her most precious back yard fountain….

I cant seem to locate the song, but it IS rather humorous!! Perhaps you can find it and be amused with the “nonense” part of the song…. :-)

http://www.cresourcei.org/cy12days.html

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Fabulous 50’s Christmas Songs…just click on what you want to hear.

http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977539462&nav=Namespace

I’m sure the needy really appreciated the two turtle doves that arrived on the 26th.

It replenished the pear tree, as the partridge was delicious.

;^)

We often have a dinner in his honor but we never got a “Christmas” Carol celebrating “The Feast of Brad,” with the wiggle room it’s one day off from Christmas Day.

Sounds like the Feast of Stephen is fighting a raging battle with Boxing Day in the UK and Canada. Who would you pick in their prime?

“In this corner, weighing 127 pounds and standing 5′6″, Good King Wenceslas! Wenceslas! And in this corner, at 6′4″ and 202 pounds, Muhammad Ali! Ali!”

I say Ali takes the crown.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_King_Wenceslas

Hope this helps some, Monkey…. It makes a nice little mini-drama if done right….

As part of my misspent youth, I spent several years jocking records on the radio. To keep the few functioning brain cells required to be a rock and roll disc jockey, I used to bide the time while the dogs “sang” to consider all those Christmas songs that have nothing to do with Christmas.

“Jingle Bells,” of course, tops the list. There’s nothing about Christmas in the lyrics, even when performed by non-canines.

”Winter Wonderland” is another generic cold weather song. I wonder why those people who think there’s a War on Christmas don’t boycott these songs.

“Frosty the Snowman” is obviously a slap in the face of the faithful, what with whatever (no doubt) demonic “magic” in that old silk had mutating sculpted precipitation into a coal-eyed, carrot-nosed Frankenstein monster.

Leroy Andersons “Sleigh Ride” is another sop to non-motorized winter transportation that has nothing to do with Christmas. It has a redeeming quality that it has never been recorded by singing dogs.

But the worst Christmas song that has nothing to do with Christmas has to be “Good King Wenceslas.” Not only does this totally ignore Christmas, it’s about an entirely different holiday! It’s about The Feast of Stephen! Who the heck was Stephen? How does Stephen’s feast get equal footing with Christmas?

Twice-borns who insist there’s a War on Christmas are ignoring reality altogether! As these five songs demonstrate, the War is almost lost already! If they have a chance at all to win, they’ve got to counter-attack these non-Christmas Christmas songs as the affronts they obviously are! It’s time to counter attack!

It’s time to declare a War on the Feast of Stephen!

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

And Boxlock, how did the Mayans or Olmecs of Meso-America move those giant monoliths and blocks for the step pyramids w/o the help of a wheel?

Just asking.

He certainly was wasn’t he, and expanding the U.S. into the great country it is instead of a bunch of tiny separate countries fighting each other and getting nowhere.
And thank goodness for the Indians too, now they at least have the wheel and casinos.

BlueJay, keep your dayjo…nevermind. You’re no comedian.

The ideals of the Constitution are as valid in this day and age as they were in the time when it was written. They are “God-given” rights (for those of a spiritual persuasion) or Feel free to eat, sleep, shit and fuck rights to the athiests and nihilists here. And only power-mad control freaks find fault with them.

I will add this though. The men who fought the Civil War knew why they fought…and time passes.

Now we see it as a slave issue in the books. Think of it, 100 years from now, the history students will wonder why we let ourselves wilt and kill the great empire by approving of and signing the banker/auto bailouts. Because obviously, we all wnated the bailout…our representatives in guvmnunt did in fact sign, seal and deliver the thing.

Andrew Jackson was the first to stand up to the snake that is coiled around us now.

1820 called. They want to know when you’ll be home.

What time is it where you are? ‘Cause it’s too early to be that drunk in this time zone….

A fucking pity party with you, always. Buck up soldier.

As for me? I’m staying put and will live like I love the land “as they do” (the American Indian), since you believe it was “their land”. It’s funny, “they” feel the land belongs to no one, but “you knew that anyway”, dint ya smart guy?

You folks are just retarded. Feel like a victim ever?

History happens and you folks didin’t pay attention.

“Stonewall Jackson”, sorry KFG, hate to say it but you’re a dolt and you’ve proven your credibility on knowing history.

Wanna insult “my heroes”?

Gow bak tu skul.

And one more thing, the soon after the Mayflower landed, we were trading disease-ridden blankets with the (insert-feel-good-bs-newspeak-term “Native American’s” here) looong before we gave them to them as biological-weapons. I don’t and NEVER-WILL feel guilty about being here (in America), in spite of “Native American’s” or “African-American’s”. Deal with it, I DON’T OWE an Obama-damned thing TO ANYONE. I love humanity, whetever fugging color it is and I’ll be Obama-damned if I let your touchy-feely newspeak make me out like I don’t.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UqhmikONm0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThJUrtSx8Wg

And I HATE IT when I blow the punchline to a good joke.

My knowledge of Andrew Jackson comes from a song.

“Well in 1814 we took a little trip, along with Col. Jackson down the mighty mississip. Took a little bacon and we took a little beans, and we fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans”.