Favorite Christmas Song!!

of the more traditionall carols i think "silver bells" is my favorite. but then as most of you are aware i'm just a bit weird, so how about this one.....

Percy, The Puny Poinsettia

Percy the puny poinsettia
is hanging his bloom in dismay
If they had just kept him wetta
he’d be a houseplant today
Folks liked the other plants betta
now he’s alone on the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
shouldn’t spend Christmas Day by himself

Holiday shoppers would stop by the counter
and pick up a plant to take home
Until one by one all his friends were adopted
and Percy was left all alone

Percy the puny poinsettia
is hanging his bloom in dismay
If they had just kept him wetta
he’d be a houseplant today
Folks liked the other plants betta
now he’s alone on the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
shouldn’t spend Christmas Day by himself

Then into the store on the night before Christmas
came a poor little girl who was cryin’
But when she saw Percy her eyes opened wide
and she said “Can I please make him mine?”

Now Percy the puny poinsettia
is standing beside Mr. Tree
His leaves have never been redda,
he’s as proud as a flower can be

Somebody made him feel betta,
rescued him off of the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
shouldn’t spend Christmas Day by himself

and then there's this one.................The Twelve Days After Christmas

The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight
And so I chopped down that old pear tree
And burnt it, just for spite
Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks
Of both those turtle doves.

Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The third day after Christmas, my mother came down with the croup
So I had to use those three French hens
To make her chicken soup.

Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The four calling birds were a big mistake
For their language was obscene
The five golden rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers putrid green.

Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay
So I sent the whole darn gaggle to
The local A.S.P.C.A.

Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The seventh day after Christmas, Oh what a mess I had found
It seems the seven swans-a-swimming could'nt and they all had drowned

Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The eighth day after Christmas, before they could even suspect
I bundled up the
Twelve drummers drumming
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords-a-leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids-a-milking
(well, actually I kept *one* of the ladies)
And sent them back collect

Then I took a cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

I wrote my true love
"We are through, love!"
And I said in so many words
"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the friggin Birds

Four calling birds, Three french hens, Two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree!"

And with my final cartridge
and shot that blasted partridge ( I'm sure it's dead by now.)
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.