I'll admit, this one is just too nostalgic to leave off the list. It's annoying as all get out. And it probably would have made more sense back on the 12th...
As a kid, we'd try singing our way through the whole thing as we drove around looking at Christmas lights throughout Sagemont and invariably forget what came on what day and get much louder and always howl at "five GO-OLD rings!!!"
It's probably connected to the Twelfth Night game known as memory and forfeit. Drop a line, you owe a kiss. And after all these years I learn it's not four calling birds, it's four COLLY birds -- which is a blackbird. And the five golden rings aren't jewelry, they're goldfinches. The first week's worth of presents are all birds. And the last five days are all people. In sum, your true love is giving you 184 birds and 180 people. I hope you don't have to feed them all.
So, the parodies outnumber the original, which is just as well.
As a kid, we'd try singing our way through the whole thing as we drove around looking at Christmas lights throughout Sagemont and invariably forget what came on what day and get much louder and always howl at "five GO-OLD rings!!!"
It's probably connected to the Twelfth Night game known as memory and forfeit. Drop a line, you owe a kiss. And after all these years I learn it's not four calling birds, it's four COLLY birds -- which is a blackbird. And the five golden rings aren't jewelry, they're goldfinches. The first week's worth of presents are all birds. And the last five days are all people. In sum, your true love is giving you 184 birds and 180 people. I hope you don't have to feed them all.
So, the parodies outnumber the original, which is just as well.
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