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One quiet frozen Christmas Day,
After Santa revved by in a sleigh,
Morning I awoke,
Would it be a joke?
A gold curl pixie toupee!

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The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

There is a Christmas carol that I have always thought maddeningly vexing and exasperating; wondered what gallivanting lords, aggressive birds, gaggles of geese laying eggs, maneuvering swans, marriage rings, hens from a distant land, mingled with drummer crews, several redundant verses, and that damn persevering partridge that wouldn't come out of a pear tree have to do with Advent, a virgin Madonna, and Christ's birth!

Impulsively Googling and digging around, I've managed to find a writer's formal and meaningful explanation.

To my understanding, it seems from approximately the mid-fifteen hundreds until early eighteen hundreds, Roman Catholics in England weren't permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone inventive and nameless during this extensive era wrote cheery engaging lines as a standardised Catechism hymn for young Catholics. It served splendidly and permanently survived, presenting as orchestrated entertainment.

It has two levels of meaning: an obvious surface meaning, plus a hidden private meaning known only to savvy members of the church. Each element immersed in the carol arrangement is a code message for a religious reality which giggling kindergarten or third-grade children (as well as parents and nannies) could easily remember in a tricky assignment.

'My true love' suggests Supreme God.

'Partridge in a pear tree' refers to venerated Christ.

'Two turtle doves' exemplify the Old and New Testaments.

'Three French hens' were the divine Theological Virtues: Faith, Hope, Charity.

'Four calling birds' were the Four Gospels.

'Five golden rings' refers to the Torah or Law, the first Five Books of the Old Testament.

'Six geese a-laying' refers to the six days of Creation.

'Seven swans a-swimming' refers to the sevenfold gifts of Holy Spirit, the Seven Sacraments.

'Eight maids a-milking' refers to the Eight Beatitudes.

'Nine ladies dancing' refers to the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit.

'Ten lords a-leaping' represents the Ten Commandments.

'Eleven pipers piping' refers to the eleven reverent Faithful Disciples.

Lastly, 'Twelve drummers drumming' refers to the twelve points of belief in the Apostles' Creed.

So, that's Rev. Grandma's lesson for today. I found it very interesting, awe-inspiring, and enlightening!

Merry (twelve days of) Christmas to everyone at Anagrammy!

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Chicago
by Graham Nash

So your brother's bound and gagged,
And they've chained him to a chair.
Won't you please come to Chicago just to sing?

In a land that's known as freedom, how can such a thing be fair?
Won't you please come to Chicago for the help that we can bring?

We can change the world, rearrange the world!
It's dying - to get better.

Politicians sit yourselves down; there's nothing for you here.
Won't you please come to Chicago for a ride?
Don't ask Jack to help you 'cause he'll turn the other ear.
Won't you please come to Chicago, or else join the other side?

We can change the world, rearrange the world!
It's dying - if you believe in justice.
Dying - and if you believe in freedom,
Dying - let a man live his own life,
Dying - rules and regulations, who needs them? Open up the door!

Somehow people must be free; I hope the day comes soon.
Won't you please come to Chicago, show your face?
From the bottom of the ocean to the mountains of the moon,
Won't you please come to Chicago? No one else can take your place.

We can change the world, rearrange the world!
It's dying - if you believe in justice,
Dying - and if you believe in freedom,
Dying - let a man live his own life,
Dying - rules and regulations, who needs them? Open up the door!

Obama

Child, you say your father's rendered
To Guantanamo, or elsewhere;
Obama's coming from Chicago now to help stop new pain.

In America we don't torture, though it happened there.
Obama's coming from Chicago for the youthful faith he brings.

And we'll change the world! Yes we can, yes we can!!
It's teetering on the brink.

See prejudice, hatred, blame - there's no place for those here.
Obama's coming from Chicago now to help.
Don't just lie on a couch, 'cause there's work you can do,
Obama's coming from Chicago, so we should all get ready too.

And we'll change the world! Yes we can, yes we can!!
It's teetering on the brink
Teetering--Oh, do you see the wars?
Teetering--Oh, do you see the pain?
Teetering--Oh, do you see the laid off and underpaid struggling just to live?

People need to prosper; I hope you can understand.
Obama's coming from Chicago to involve us jointly in his plan.
If you find your dignity, you can achieve infinity.
Obama's coming from Chicago; no one else could do as well.

And we'll change the world! Yes we can change, yes we can!!
It's teetering on the brink.
Teetering--Oh, do you see the joy? Why wallow?
Teetering--Oh, do you see the hope? Is it hollow?
Teetering--Oh, have you found the vivid love? It can unfold today!

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"O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie;
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by..."

Israel-Palestine battlefield,
How the bombs do howl;
Yet, devotees meet here lately
The nights sleepless now...

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Old quarter zooming past,
A New Year looming fast,
Duped friends rejoice;
You're given back a voice,
With Bush in exile at last!

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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