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2003 Happy Merry Lyric Contest
Adults' Submissions Set 4

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To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
"Yes! The Holidays Are Here"

Yes, the holidays are here.
Will I make it to next year?
Brave the mall just after turkey
Sale to sale to save money.
Grab a latte, check the list,
Certain not a one is missed.
Teachers, mailman, colleague, crew,
Paperboy, stylist, Schwan Man, too.

Yes! the holidays are here.
Will I make it to next year?

Let's compose the family letter
More creative than last year.
Other greetings start arriving
Pressure builds while carols sing.
Type and let the words flow freely
Find the length is quite unseemly.
Clips won't download from the net.
Am I having some fun yet?

Yes! The holidays are here.
Will I make it to next year?

Don't forget the decorations
Dress the house for exclamations.
Lug the tree up from the basement
Info missing, branches bent.
Wrap with lights and find I need more,
Grab the keys; head to the store.
Finish lights, garland and balls
Kids must help, and youngest falls.

Yes! The holidays are here.
Will I make it to next year?

Snow is falling; it's December
Snuggled warm; time to remember.
I'll ignore the inconvenience,
Watch the tree; sit in silence.
Sharing time with friends and family,
Yummy food and scrumptious candy,
What a precious time of year!
Worth the trouble, that is clear.

Yes! The holidays are here.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

LaRae DuFresne Mikkelson, Willmar, MN


To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
Hark, the cooks are heralding,
"won't find this at Burger King!"

Our Christmas feast is very grand,
Swedish meatballs, herring And

Everybody's favorite dish Lutefisk, that smelly fish

Peace on earth, good will to men,
Pass the pickles round again!
Think of all that you can eat (pronounced "et")
In Minnesota, Ya, You Bet!

Anne Fristad, St. Paul, MN


To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
Windy wisp of wintry white
Shining in the sparkling light
Softly settling through the town
Brightening spirits all around
Scarves and parkas, caps aglow
Bright like flowers through the snow.
So the season sends our way
Blessings of a Winter's day
So the season sends our way
Blessings of a Winter's day

Wreaths and trees and Santa bells
Open hearts and full food shelves
Shops and candles, lights and logs
Chocolate, cider, spiced eggnog
Friends who come from near and far
Lights that mingle with the stars
Songs that rise in joyful flight
Blessings of a Winter's night
Songs that rise in joyful flight
Blessings of a Winters night.

Ribbons, bows and tape and foil
Christmas time and constant toil,
Wrapping, packing, mailing cards
Crowded lots and boulevards
High above in silent skies
Angels watch with laughing eyes
Sing their song the truth to tell
"Bless them for they all mean well."
Sing their song the truth to tell
"Bless them for they all mean well."

Joe Muldoon, Minneapolis, MN


To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
Mark and Harold's car theft ring
Spent December plundering.
Camrys, Escalades and such
Disappeared with just a touch.
Minneapolis, St. Paul,
Mark and Harold hit them all.
Seemed they'd never have to stop;
None could catch them - not one cop.
Mark and Harold's car theft ring
Made them a pretty good living.

Then old Santa got the news
"Naughty" list increased by two.
Santa then arranged a sting,
Planned the downfall of the ring.
Santa's Cadillac was bait,
Rudolph's stakeout worked just great.
Mark and Harold pulled the heist;
Rudolph blinked his red nose twice
Law enforcement came in throngs
Singing joyful Santa songs.

Mayor Rybak thanked St. Nick
"You sure caught those bad guys quick."
Santa said, with humbleness,
"It's not hard, I must confess.
I can see them when they're snoozing
I know when they're up and cruising
I know if they're mean or nice -
Make my list and check it twice.
So don't pout and don't you cry.
Santa is always standing by."

Mark and Harold's felonies
Brought to them a life of ease.
Now they're doing five to ten;
They won't dare steal cars again.
Santa's back at his employment-
Making toys for our enjoyment,
But if Camrys you would take,
Just be good, for goodness' sake.
And remember what I (we) say-
Christmas crime will never pay.

Michelle Dettmann, St. Cloud, MN


To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
I am tired
of Christmas ads...
telling me
what I don't have...
I am satisfied, indeed...
with just getting
what we need...

Christmas time I must remember
with the rates that I must tender

Hearing you're "prequalified"
makes me feel I must abide...
With the moral of the tale
"Hit the After-Christmas Sale"...

Patience, patience, tame thy greed
12/26 buy what you need...

Marcia Munson, Minneapolis, MN


To the tune of: "We Wish You a Merry Christmas"
O don't go to California
The politics will annoy ya
If your name is Gray-Out Davis
You might disappear.

Old Arnold now rules, they recalled the Gray
They all looked like fools, but they had their say.

Please don't go to California
The politics will annoy ya
If your name is Gray-Out Davis
You'd better stay here!

The recall was bad, but Feinstein is worse
L.A. likes their lap dances, are they all cursed?

So don't go to California
The politics will annoy ya
It's such a nice place to visit
But you'd better live here.

Sharon Philp, Faribault, MN


To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
Hark! "Who's Harold?" children sing,
"We don't get this the Christmas thing!"

How to tell a two-year old
Of the Christmas story old
Virgin birth and resurrection
What is immaculate conception?
Frightened shepherds, swaddling clothes
She grasps not one thread of those!
Gold and frankincense and myrrh
None of this makes sense to her.

Hark! "Who's Harold?" children sing,
"We don't get this the Christmas thing!"

I propose a stable birth
She looks on with growing mirth
I describe the baby Jesus
She asks if he likes Chuck E Cheese's
I recount how Herod hexed
Little boys and she's perplexed.
Flower of David, stem of Jesse
Man, this story's getting messy.

Hark! "Who's Harold?" children sing,
"We don't get this the Christmas thing!"

I revert to basic truth
Chastened by her tender youth
I describe a birthday party
Now she's warming to the story
Lots of presents by the tree!
And is that candy all for me?
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
Now I wonder who you are!

"Forget that Harold", children cry.
"We really like this Jesus guy!"

Nancy Etzwiler, Afton, MN


To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
Hark! What is that crashing sound?
Thea's bounding all around.

Leaping high upon the shelves
Knocking over Christmas elves!
Joyful, she delights in chasing
Everything that we are placing
As a cat she knows her place,
Queen of all that she surveys!

Hark! What is that crashing sound?
Thea's bounding all around.

Thea, the most wondrous cat
How's she leap and twist like that?
Jumping high to catch her mouse,
Dragging it around the house.
Cat with strength and guts and gall
Hail the best hunter of all.
With eyes and claws, and speed to catch
Of every prey she is the match.

Hark! What is that crashing sound?
Thea's bounding all around.

See her sleeping, yawning stretching
Thea's lying in the sun.
Resting from her busy day
Running every which way
Peaceful though she looks right now
Up she'll jump at any noise
Always watchful is a cat
Always ready to claw and bat

Hark! What is that crashing sound?
Thea's bounding all around.

Wendy Crowell, Minneapolis, MN


To the tune of: "We Wish You a Merry Christmas"
We squish you a berry mishmash;
We squish you a berry mishmash;
We squish you a berry mishmash and a sappy goo smear.

Refrain: Good sloppings we fling at you and your kin;
We squish you a berry mishmash and a sappy goo smear.

Oh, squash us a pudgy figgy;
Oh, squash us a pudgy figgy;
Oh, squash us a pudgy figgy in a vat of dark beer:

Refrain

We won't go until the mixture;
We won't go until the mixture;
We won't go until the mixture has its grand premier

Refrain

We squish you a berry mishmash;
We squish you a berry mishmash;
we squish you a berry mishmash and a sappy goo smear.

Matt Becker, Maplewood, MN


To the tune of: "We Wish You a Merry Christmas"
Verse 1
We wish it were warm in winter
We wish it were warm in winter
We wish it were warm in winter
Cause we're freezing up here!

Refrain 1
How can we believe
Global warming is here?
Why it missed Minnesota
Is a long way from clear.

Verse 2
We spend months that last forever
In tall boots made out of leather
Complaining about the weather
To friends far and near.

Refrain 2
The wind chill is fierce
We're in snow up to here
If the temp were near eighty
We'd be of good cheer!

Verse 3
Our friends soon will all be moving
To states where the weather's soothing
We'll miss them, but we'll be grooving
'Cause we like it here!

Refrain 3
In spite of the cold
Our state is pure gold!
We'll be here for Christmas
And a Happy New Year!

Carol Larsen, Coon Rapids, MN


To the tune of: "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"
Ouch! The Christmas prices sting
Charging way too much for things
Toys and clothes and winter snow boots
God and merchants in cahoots!
Guilt filled all ye patrons buying
Yield to on-line advertising
With a dot.com host domain
Point and click and click again
Ouch! The Christmas prices sting
Glory to the retail king!

Paul Madore, Apple Valley, MN


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