A little fruit from yesterday’s class where we wordsquatted in the song lyrics of Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Laura Barron reimagined lyrics to We Three Kings!

An Anti-Christmas Carol (to the tune of We Three Kings)

Video games and flat screen TV’s.

(Nights on my own with a book, if you please).

Nike, Armani, and fine-threaded loot.

(I’d rather just hang out in my birthday suit).

 

Chorus: (to the “Star of Wonder” tune)

         Deck the Halls, max out your card.

(Silent Night in my backyard).

Visa, Debit, Layaway.

(No malls for me, at home I’ll stay).

 

Caviar, champagne and all things with bubbles.

(Some warm cheese on toast is, for sure, much less trouble).

Benz, BMW, and other fast cars.

(A slow walk in winter, just under the stars).

 

         Deck the Halls, max out your card.

(Silent Night in my backyard).

Visa, Debit, Layaway.

(No malls for me, at home I’ll stay).

 

Tiffany crystal and big shiny rocks.

(All morning I braided my little girls’ locks).

Burberry handbags and scents from Chanel.

(My perfume and purse are handmade, can’t you tell)?

 

         Deck the Halls, max out your card.

(Silent Night in my backyard).

Visa, Debit, Layaway.

(No malls for me, at home I’ll stay).

 

Carols, to woe us, now start in November,

(that used to just be time for thanks, I remember).

Bright santas and sleigh bells to get you to spend.

(I’ll lock up my wallet ’til this mayhem ends).

 

         Deck the Halls, max out your card.

(Silent Night in my backyard).

Visa, Debit, Layaway.

(No malls for me, at home I’ll stay).