Christmas Carol Confusion

neon4891 wrote: How did Wham write a Taylor Swift song several years before she was born? How did "favorite things" become a Christmas song?

"Whiffers and cooties and lungers on strings, these are a few of my favorite things". From an old National Lampoon Christmas edition, Perhaps during the O'Rourke era.

"A snarl and a sneer and a whip that stings......these are a few of my favorite things"

Remembered from an, er, alternative Christmas card seen on a friend's shelf many years ago. Some things just can't be unremembered.......or unseen.

Does anyone really drink egg nog?

Wally wrote: Does anyone really drink egg nog?

Properly, with the rum in it, yes.

Yep, what Chris said. But I also like that German spiced wine stuff, mixed half and half with a nice hearty red and served warm on a cold night.

Margie

Marjorie Suddard wrote: Yep, what Chris said. But I also like that German spiced wine stuff, mixed half and half with a nice hearty red and served warm on a cold night. Margie

Don't you live in Florida?

Shush. It doesn't have to be that cold to justify a nice alcoholic beverage.

Margie

Swank Force One wrote:

Gary wrote: The original post started out as a plausible and timely question on Christmas Eve. However, you blew it with the last sentence "other than the guy ... blah, blah, blah ..." You completely put me off with the inappropriately mixing of gender war date rape issues with a romantic Christmas carol written in WWII era America. Hopefully this thread is short lived.

LOL! Funniest post i've read so far today. I <3 GRM. How can i nominate this to go in the mag?

Anything that is "nominated" is automatically excluded from "Say What".

Wally wrote: Does anyone really drink egg nog?

Ohhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssssssss!!!!! Home made Egg Nog is fantastic!!!!! Add some rum and or Balies Irish Cream. Makes the entire Christmas season so much better.

I can not stress enough how much better home made is compared to the store purchased stuff. You will never go back once you have the home made!!!!

Regarding "Baby it's Cold Outside", Michael Buble' and Miss Piggy did a version last night that updates the problem many associated with a gentlemen making drinks and a lady wanting another cigarette back in the 1950's.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arUoUx-YMIY

My favorite Christmas song is Bill Mumy's I've Got A Present for Santa

May not be appropriate for little ears or a work environment.

"You better watch out!

Santa Claus is coming to town"

Sounds pretty threatening.

So there is this weird, fat, everpresent creepy guy watching children 24/7, and if they screw up even just once, they have nothing but coal, trauma, alienation and social exclusion to look forward to during the holidays.

That ought to scare the E36 M3 out of the average suburban mom.

Grimms Christmas Carols.

12 Days of Christmas is weird.

First off, there is 1 day of Christmas.

Secondly, 364 gifts in 12 days is excessive by anyone's measure.

Third, you can't own people, giving 140 of them to your true love is like transferring ownership to an entire plantation.

Fourth, just what were the lords-a-leaping on? The ladies dancing?

And what the berkeley is with all the birds? 184 birds? Is this some kind of kinky weird obsession? That's a heck of a lot of birdE36 M3. I think it's a pretty good recipe for guaranteeing that this relationship will not make it to New Year's day.

Santa Baby: Gold digger makes extremely expensive prostitution available to fat guy in a red suit.

She wants:

• A mink coat

• A '54 convertible

• A yacht

• Deed to a platinum mine (yup. A whole mine!)

• A duplex

• Stockings stuffed with signed blank checks

• A entire tree covered with decorations from Tiffany's

• and a ring.

For which, she appears to imply that he will get laid.

Wow. Greedy gold digger.

No kidding, that was my dad's last wife's favorite Christmas song.

SVreX wrote: Santa Baby: Gold digger makes extremely expensive prostitution available to fat guy in a red suit. She wants: - A mink coat - A '54 convertible - A yacht - Deed to a platinum mine (yup. A whole mine!) - A duplex - Stockings stuffed with signed blank checks - A entire tree covered with decorations from Tiffany's - and a ring. For which, she appears to imply that he will get laid. Wow. Greedy gold digger.

As far as getting PO'ed by repetitious Christmas songs well things worked out this year that I didn't have my tender ears and delicate psyche tormented thus.

dean1484 wrote: "Baby it's Cold Outside" song is creepy.

I didn't see this, probably because we didn't own a TV at the time, but, supposedly Bob Hope & Jane Mansfield (or some other 50's sexpot) were on a variety show singing "Baby it's Cold Outside". They were pretending to be ice skating with Jane M. skating very close behind Bob H. with her hands in his pockets. During a break in the song Jane M. said "Bob, I feel silly with my hands in your pockets". His response was "Stick them in a little further & you'll feel nuts."

I like the version of Sleigh Ride where you can actually hear them whipping the horses.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwHEqx_3BYE

Chris_V wrote:

Wally wrote: Does anyone really drink egg nog?

Properly, with the rum in it, yes.

Rum? Bourbon is where it's at for me. I actually didn't get around to making my homemade egg nog this year but I usually do with either Blanton's or Basil.

As far as songs go, my wife and I have always called Baby It's Cold Outside the "date rape song". Super creepy. I also thought We Wish You A Merry Christmas was a bit pushy. First off, figgy pudding and then threatening to occupy the front lawn until being served some?

There's that one that includes the words "SATAN'S POWAR!" I dig that one.

And guilty pleasure confession: I hate xmas music but lerve "Elvis Christmas" - all of it. And I can't listen to Bing Crosby and David Bowie without "cutting onions."

SVreX wrote: 12 Days of Christmas is weird. First off, there is 1 day of Christmas. Secondly, 364 gifts in 12 days is excessive by anyone's measure. Third, you can't own people, giving 140 of them to your true love is like transferring ownership to an entire plantation. Fourth, just what were the lords-a-leaping on? The ladies dancing? And what the berkeley is with all the birds? 184 birds? Is this some kind of kinky weird obsession? That's a heck of a lot of birdE36 M3. I think it's a pretty good recipe for guaranteeing that this relationship will not make it to New Year's day.

The song, "The Twelve Days of Christmas" is an English Christmas carol. From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of the Church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember. To fit the number scheme, when you reach number 9, representing the Fruits of the Holy Ghost, the originator combined 6 to make 3, taking the 6 fruits that were similar: the fruit in each parenthesis is the that was not named separately. There are actually Twelve Fruits of the Holy Ghost.

The "True Love" one hears in the song is not a smitten boy or girlfriend but Jesus Christ, because truly Love was born on Christmas Day. The partridge in the pear tree also represents Him because that bird is willing to sacrifice its life if necessary to protect its young by feigning injury to draw away predators.

According to Ann Ball in her book, HANDBOOK OF CATHOLIC SACRAMENTALS:

The two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments

The three French hens stood for faith, hope, and love.

The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.

The five golden rings rerepresented the first five books of the Old Testament, which describe man's fall into sin and the great love of God in sending a Savior.

The six geese a-laying stood for the six days of creation.

Seven swans a-swimming represented the sevenfold gifts of the Holy Spirit-----Prophesy, Serving, Teaching, Exhortation, Contribution, Leadership, and Mercy.

The eight maids a-milking were the eight beatitudes.

Nine ladies dancing were the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit-----Charity, Joy, Peace, Patience [Forbearance], Goodness [Kindness], Mildness, Fidelity, Modesty, Continency [Chastity].

The ten lords a-leaping were the Ten Commandments.

The eleven pipers piping stood for the eleven faithful Apostles.

The twelve drummers drumming symbolized the twelve points of belief in The Apostles' Creed.

Wally wrote: Does anyone really drink egg nog?

berkeley yeah I do. Sometimes regular, sometimes fry's dads special recipe.

SVreX wrote: Santa Baby: Gold digger makes extremely expensive prostitution available to fat guy in a red suit. She wants: - A mink coat - A '54 convertible - A yacht - Deed to a platinum mine (yup. A whole mine!) - A duplex - Stockings stuffed with signed blank checks - A entire tree covered with decorations from Tiffany's - and a ring. For which, she appears to imply that he will get laid. Wow. Greedy gold digger.

Truth be told, I'd probably let some guy berkeley me once for that kind of cash. Not my bag, but i'd be set for life.

etifosi wrote: "We need a little Christmas" irks me because I really don't & it's so damn pushy. Ok, sure, I've been down lately and could use a little something to pick me up, but........right this very minute? Berk you, sometimes you can tell me what to do & sometimes you can tell me when to do it but who gave you the right to issue these demands?

I think my wife told me this is from a musical that was set during the Nazi occupation. The song takes place in July or something, but the girls were trying to take their minds off of the horrible things happening around them..

And I'm glad I'm not the only one that it's weirded out by baby it's cold outside..

I have a version of Baby its cold outside by Louis Armstorng on my iPod that I like.

If you don't have seasonal depression yet let my wife pick out some music. So far a kid bought shoes for his dying mom, a town had Christmas in October for a dying kid, and then that God awful Dan Fogleberg Old Lang Same song came on. I could cave my own skull in with a Yule log.