There are many Christmas
carols and songs of which I am not a fan. “Chestnuts Roasting”—meh. “White
Christmas”—no thanks. Anything covered by Justin Bieber—pass the sick bag.
“Little
Drummer Boy” holds a special place in that projectile vomit category. There's something
about that “Bolero”-like repetition of the rum-pum-pum thing that just makes
me want to knock heads.
Ditto “The Carol of the
Bells”—it feels like three days of faux chiming, and there’s only so much
ding-donging a person can take. I mean—there must be a clause in the Geneva Convention that prohibits this song.
However. Muppets.
Brevity is the soul of
wit, dimwits and halfwits.
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