Thursday, December 25, 2003

I'M PROBABLY endorsing (relatively) newfangled schlock over tradition, but I get pretty damn sick of hearing about Parson Brown and facing-unafaid-the-plans-that-we-made over and over and over again in the same rendition of "Winter Wonderland." That verse is fine, but I like to hear the second go-round with the alternate lyrics:

In the meadow we can build a snowman
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman
Until the other kiddies knock him down

When it snows, ain't it thrillin'?
Though your nose gets a chillin'
We'll frolic and play
The eskimo way
Walking in a winter wonderland

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