sorry i wasn’t able to get them on sooner but my neighbors came over for dinner yesterday and we went skiing today and on Tuesday we put up our Christmas tree so i have had no time whatsoever. everyone will get hard copies of this the next time i see them
Misis Mumford’s Christmas carols v.2008-09
icy roads (to the tune of jingle bells)
Driving down the street, with no four wheel drive,
Slipping side to side, I see a bright red light,
Going down a hill, my brakes have no effect,
I hope theirs no collisions with the windshield and my head.
Oh, icy roads, icy roads, icy all the way, if they do not salt them we’ll be sliding all the day
Oh, icy roads, icy roads, coldest time of year. If it melts and goes away then we’ll all give a cheer
please shave these hairy gentelmen (to the tune of got rest ye merry gentelmen)
Please shave these hairy gentlemen till they are nearly bald
Their big long beards and ponytails drive their kids up the wall
Their moustaches do not appear refined or good for chaps
Good trimmings for barbers one and all, barbers and all
Good trimmings for barbers one and all
misis,the youngest mumford (to the tune of rudolph the red nosed raindeer)
You know Mr. and Mrs. And Dick and Miller,
Billy and Bob, and, Joe, and Hoyt, Hoyt. But do you recall, the most famous Mumford of all…
Misis, the youngest Mumford,
Sleeps in a milk bed all night,
And if you ever saw her, you’d wonder if her brain’s all right
All of the other Mumfords,
Used to laugh and sing all day, And if you ever saw them, you would surely run away.
Then one sunny winter’s night,
Larry came to call,
When they opened up the door, he ran away down the hall,
Poor little Pinhead Larry, he was having quite a fright they said were just the Mumfords,”
And he ran right out of sight
it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas (to the tune of the song of the same name)
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, though it’s not yet June,
Santa Claus in the department store
In the mall there are 13 more
Surrounded by folks their summer clothes
It’s beginning to look too much like Christmas, though it’s 7 moths to then
Cinnamoney – piney smells
On the radio jungle bells
Salvation army already at the door
There are more holiday sales than shovels and pails in all the magazine ads.
Presents for grandmas and brothers and sisters and friends and mothers and dads
The teachers here are nearly free of all the girls and lads
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
I would like to wait.
I never’d thought I’d hate
A Christmas tree cookie plate
Christmas please come late.
there will be more carols but i need to write them so if you have any ideas tell me. merry Christmas!
