Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Sappy Christmas Song Competition


There's been a lot of whining out there in the blogosphere about the sappy Christmas songs that assault our ears as we go about our daily rounds this time of year.

Last week's RevGalBlogPals Friday Five included a query on the subject. Actually, the question was "what song makes you want to stuff your ears with chestnuts roasted on an open fire?" It seems to me the RevGals think that Christmas Shoes is the worst of the worst.

Or is it?

I bet some of you can write something even worse. I KNOW you can. I've read your stuff.

In the spirit of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, QG is sponsoring The Sappy Christmas Song Competition.

Here are the rules:

1. The first commenter gets to begin by posting one or two lines of lyrics in the comments.
2. Each subsequent commenter can add one or two lines.
3. Extra points for those who mix religious/secular methaphors.
4. Puns are allowed--but keep them clean, this is a family-friendly blog.

QG will post the completed song when the comments trail off and then ask the readers to vote on their favorite lines. The top 3 vote getters will receive appropriate virtual prizes!

Ready, get set, get sappy!

UPDATE-- Presbyterian Gal asked if the rules could be changed so 4 lines could be posted. Since she said "pretty please"--sure. If your sappy Christmas muse is with you add as many lines as you like. Thanks to Rev Dave for getting us started. Here's what we have so far:

'Twas lonely at the manse that Christmas Eve
As the pastor's dog waited under the tree
Buster's health was failing fast
When an angel came and asked
"Hey there Buster, I come to lift
Your sorry state with a heavenly gift"
She drew out a biscuit from her robe
And held it under Buster's nose.
"Smell this old friend, isn't it fine?
Guess what! It's 'Doggie Communion Time!!!"

If you're inspired, please add more lines in the comments....


10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Inspired by true events and my blue eyed cow dog...the poets will have to work on the meter

Twas lonely at the manse that Christmas Eve
As the pastor's dog waited under the tree

Jody Harrington said...

I so HOPED that Rev Dave would start us off! Now I can't resist joining in:

Buster's health was failing fast
When an angel came and asked

Lori said...

"Hey there Buster, I come to lift
your sorry state with a heavenly gift"

(Can't we PLEASE do 4 lines, pretty please???)

Jody Harrington said...

Sure-- go for it, PG!

Lori said...

She drew out a biscuit from her robe
and held it under Buster's nose.
"Smell this old friend, isn't it fine?
Guess what!! It's 'Doggie Communion Time!!!"

(I feel much better now, thanks)

Anonymous said...

But the offering of that angel bright
was not yet done, for as soon as she had begun,
she served old Buster a dish of wassail true.
And then, the dog did feel his strength returning,

Karen Sapio said...

Just then, with a flash of silken fur
The minister's cat, with a lordly purr . . .

Anonymous said...

And a silver bell hung around his neck,
announced "No eggnog?! What the heck?"

DogBlogger said...

After hearing about this awful Christmas Shoes song for weeks, I finally broke down and clicked on your link to read the lyrics.

That's one minute of my life that I will never get back.

(shuddering)

spookyrach said...

ha ha ha! This is an instant classic.