25 December 2014

Fa La La La La La La La

Fa La La La La La La La.

Carolers came by this Christmas Eve. Wee ones. Girls about 10 I suppose.

Fa La La La La La La La.

They knocked, thinking I would like to hear them better I guess. I took hold of the Hammer by her collar. She only likes people she knows knocking on our door. Fuck knows what she thinks about people singing Fa La La La La La La La.

I opened the door. The Hammer, to my surprise, sang along.

Grrr Grrr Grrr Grrr Grrr Grrr Grrr Grrr.

Me and the Hammer do think real kindly of Christians. Think of them what most people around here think about people who film themselves videotaping beheadings for all the world to see. Same shit, different shitpile, as we say at the sawmill.

Girls kept right on singing. Did not stop smiling or back up one hello kitty sneaker. Little jamhands think they are martyrs or something.

When they finished their Fa La La La La La La Las I asked them, "You want some money or something?"

"No," I was told. "If want to help someone out this Christmas I'm sure you can figure that out on your own."

Christians who did not want money or my soul to add to Jesus' collection? What is the world coming to?


chuckstraight said...

You called it right.
Merry Christmas, however, or Solstice.

ib said...

Festive salutations.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

Solstice was merry indeed. Any time the sawmill is shut down tends to be.

One of the cool things about writing the DCFP is having distant Scottish relations reading now and then. You may not have your own country but you still have Kenny Miller. Hope yours is cheery too.