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Chapter 5 Jingle Humming
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The jingles we sang to!
The jangles we strum to!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
The jingles we sang to!
The jangles we strum to!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
I spent the holidays as Santa at the celebration fair.
I rang my bell for every nickel that the audience could spare.
I sang the carols and the hits. I painted glitter on my lips.
I wore out all the worn out riffs.
I drummed a rumble as I rambled on the snare.
I sang my heart out on the ledge…
…as if the edges of distress weren’t even there.
The jingles we sang to!
The jangles we strum to!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
The jingles we sang to!
The jangles we strum to!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
I lit candles for forgiveness. Prayed novenas in my room…
…for the feast of silver linings and the politics of doom.
It’s still no near to ever ending. Dim lit blissfulness is trending.
It’s the Christmas that you wanted.
All your consciences are haunted…
…by the energy you’re spending…
…on the partisan positions you’re defending.
The jingles we sang to!
The jangles we strum to!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
The jingles we sang to!
The jangles we strum to!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
The fa-la-las entangled in rum-pum-pum-pums!
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Was it always you making Christmas in the city?
Was it always you? Did you have to be so pretty?
Was I ever good? Was I good enough for you?
Whatever happened to her happy majesty? Just screw it…
…like a volunteer…
…crashing Christmas into winter like an engineer…
…turning sorrows into splinters. In the olden days…
…once the parents left the children in the parking lot
shopping hour after hour for forget-me-nots
to remember, to God willing, to connect the dots
from counter to the power of the volunteer…
…crashing Christmas into winter like an engineer…
…turning sorrows into splinters like a volunteer.
Crashing Christmas into winter, I the engineer…
…turning sorrows into splinters like a volunteer.
Was it always you? Was it you or was it magic?
Was it always you? Was it you or was it Santa?
Was it always you? Was it you or was it God?
Am I an astronaut? Am I a star and I forgot…
…to save the holiday? Am I an anvil or an angel?
If it’s all the same, why can’t we decorate the place…
…and make the Devil wait?
How did you know that he was here? So was he always here?
Say a prayer for me my dear…
…I’d like to volunteer.
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