Christmas Carol Countdown- Day 4

Day 4: The Season’s Upon Us– Dropkick Murphys

Today we take a turn from the sentimental and saccharine, and embrace the wacky and off-color. There has always been room for non-traditional novelty Christmas songs (Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, anyone?) but so far, this two-year-old song hasn’t been embraced by the mainstream Christmas radio stations. It does, however, get some play closer to Christmas on our local alternative music station. OK, so it has two lower level “curse words” and deals with some heavier material than your typical Christmas carol, but it’s a rollicking four minutes, it makes me laugh, and it deserves a wider audience. I’d rather chuckle every hour on the hour than get all weepy-eyed at “Christmas Shoes.” While I personally don’t have a dysfunctional family, I know plenty of people who do, and I think they would appreciate this ode to crazy families.

The Season’s Upon Us
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung

There’s bells and there’s holly, the kids are gung-ho
True loves finds a kiss beneath fresh mistletoe
Some families are messed up while others are fine
If you think yours is crazy, well you should see mine

My sisters are wackjobs, I wish I had none
Their husbands are losers and so are their sons
My nephew’s a horrible, wise little twit
He once gave me a nice gift wrapped box full of sh!@

He likes to pelt carolers with icy snowballs
I’d like to take him out back and deck more than the halls
With family like this I would have to confess
I’d be better off lonely, distraught, and depressed

The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
They call this Christmas where I’m from

My mom likes to cook, push our buttons, and prod
My brother just brought home another big broad
The eyes rollin’ whispers come loud from the kitchen
I’d come home more often if they’d only quit b!tchin’

Dad on the other hand’s a selfish old sod
Drinks whiskey alone with my miserable dog
Who won’t run off fetch sure he couldn’t care less
He defiled my teddy bear and left me the mess

The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
They call this Christmas where I’m from

The table’s set, we raise a toast
The father, son, and the Holy Ghost
I’m so glad this day only comes once a year
You can keep your opinions, your presents, your happy new year
They call this Christmas where I’m from
They call this Christmas where I’m from

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2 responses

  1. Reblogged this on Paradise Land Music and commented:
    Our tree is up!

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