A card that’s sure to bring a knowing smile to the face of any guy or girl who’s been there for you time and time again.
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A card that’s sure to bring a knowing smile to the face of any guy or girl who’s been there for you time and time again.
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For many people, one of the most enjoyable aspects of this festive time of year is the suffocating full-body poultice of Christmas music jauntily congealing in the background of every last retail store, office, and home during the weeks-long stretch between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. With a rather limited number of “classics” to choose from, you’d think that the inevitable repetition of original holiday tuneage would begin to wear thin after awhile. But, as usual, you would be wrong, because with endless artists recording endless variations of the same fifty or so songs, the listening experience manages to remain fresh and unique day after day, year after year, decade after decade, until you die.
As you can probably tell, I, too, am a big fan of the stultifyingly saccharine strains steadily saturating the Saint Nicholas season, and it is no coincidence that I find myself grinding my teeth down to the pulpy root in pure delight every time the latest underage, underdressed, overhyped, over-processed pop sensation lends her voice to yet another golden Christmas oldie. But despite my sincere and obvious appreciation for the entire catalog of holiday music in general, there is still no single song that I would rate as my overall favorite in particular. And that started me thinking: I may not have a cherished chant du choix, but I’m sure plenty of folks out there do. And since actually asking different people about their favorite songs will probably take far more effort than anyone who works in “comedy” should ever exert, why don’t I embrace the moderately less rigorous task of “making crap up” and create a arbitrary list of random entities and the various holiday ditties that they are likely to hold near and dear to their hypothetical hearts?
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Hmm, I thought for sure there’d be some objections. But apparently not, so let’s begin! (By the way, after you read the list, feel free to contribute some of your own in the comments section. If they’re good enough, maybe you’ll win a pony.[1])
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Group or Individual |
Favorite Holiday-themed Song |
| Grover, Cookie Monster, Gonzo, Smurfs | Blue Christmas |
| Hockey players and rednecks | All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth |
| Sheep | All I Want for Christmas Is Ewe[2] |
| Married couples with lackluster sex lives | Silent Night |
| Swingers/Sex club enthusiasts | Oh Come All Ye Faithful |
| Catholic priests | Little Drummer Boy |
| Alcoholics | Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer |
| Recovering alcoholics | The 12 Days of Christmas |
| Potheads | Angels We Have Heard on High; Oh Christmas Tree |
| Cokeheads | Let It Snow; White Christmas |
| Feminists | Anything from The Nutcracker |
| Pugilists | Deck the Halls |
| Deaf people who like to taunt blind people | I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus |
| Blind people who like to taunt deaf people | Do you Hear What I Hear? |
| BBW fetishists | I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas |
| The Duggar Family |
What Child Is This? |
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[1] Not from me, of course, but who knows what sorts of weird-ass contests you’ve been entering recently.
[2] [sic] Sheep are notorious misinterpreters of this homophone — yet another argument for improving literacy rates amongst ruminants. (Are you listening O-baaaaa-ma?)
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The ninth installment of my abandoned Granadino memoir, Flawed Abroad: Useless editorializing from an ignorant, close-minded American on his semester overseas.

Lunes, 17 Ene. ‘05, 22.00 (Monday, January 17, 2005, 10:00 pm)
We were supposed to go on a guided tour of the Alhambra and the surrounding grounds yesterday, but since the trip was canceled at the last minute for reasons unknown (I suspect fowl play—damn chickens), I ended up moping around the piso like a constipated basset hound instead, reading, watching incomprehensible television, and basically qualifying as a complete waste of flesh for most of the afternoon. Later that night, Alex C. and I popped over to Hannigan & Sons—a popular Irish pub—for Sky Sports’ oddly detached international coverage of the much-hyped Patriots/Colts playoff game.
Finally, a Write in the Kisser exclusive! Forget about your Best Buys and your Walmarts and your Searseseses — I’ve got the scoop on some Thanksgiving deals that will blow these bloated juggernauts away! That’s right, this humble wegger has managed to breach the coupon vault to bring you, his loyal readers,[1] a sneak peek at the most highly anticipated sale of the holiday season: BLACK FRIDAY DOORBUSTERS AT THE DOLLAR TREE!!! Unbelievable. And remember: You read ‘em here first!
(Click to enlarge. Then, since web browsers suck, click to enlarge again.)
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[1] Hi mom!
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