Carols

A carol my Dad used to sing:

We three kings of Orient are,
Tried to smoke a loaded cigar.
*boom*

We two kings of Orient are,
Tried to smoke a loaded cigar.
*boom*

I the king of Orient are,
Tried to smoke a loaded cigar.
*boom*



Silent Night...

Caroling

About two or three years running, when I was on the border between being a kid and a teen, Dad took us caroling. One year, as a huge mastiff of a dog came running to the door, he shifted the lyrics... "Silent Night, Holy Cow!"