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It's Day 9 at Christmas Carol School. You probably know this one. I can't seem to find all the real verses.

Go Tell It On The Mountain

When I was a seeker
I sought both night and day,
I asked the Lord to help me,
And he showed me the way.


Chorus
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain,
Our Jesus Christ is born.


He made me a watchman
Upon a city wall,
And if I am a Christian,
I am the least of all.


Chorus
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain,
Our Jesus Christ is born.

I've Opened a Bar in St. Bloggersburg

When you stay at the Justineya Hotel, or after a great sporting event at EClairov Stadium, stop by for an ice cold vodka. You can walk from the Tomsky Station and send your husband over to cool his jets while you do some shopping at the Zomby Department Store.

On Thursdays, we have Karaoke Nights, which draw lots of participants from the Mesopotamium General Council office, as well as the students from Henderovich University.

Drinks are on the house for the Commissar

Der Kommissar
: by After The Fire
Lyrics by: Falco/Andy Piercy/Robert Ponger
Year: 1983


Zwei drei vier, one two three
It`s easy to see
But it`s not that I dont care so
Cause I hear it all the time
But they never let you know
On the TV and the radio

She was young, her heart was pure
But every night is bright she got
She said sugar is sweet
She come rappin to the beat
Then I knew that she was hot

She was singing
Don`t turn around, oh, oh
Der Kommissars in town, oh, oh
You`re in his eye
And you`ll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar

She said, babe, you know
I miss Jill and Joe
And all my funky friends
But my street understanding
Was just enough to know
What she really meant

And I got to thinking
While she was talking
That I know she told the story
Of those special places that she goes
When she rides with
The others in the subway

Singing don`t turn around, oh, oh
Der Kommissars in town, oh, oh
And if he talks to you
And you don`t know why
You say your life
Is gonna make you die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar

Ja ja ja ja ja.........

Well, we meet Jill and Joe
And brother Herr
And the whole cool gang
They`re rapping here
They`re rapping there
But she`s climbing on the wall
It`s a clear case, Herr Kommissar
Cause all the children know
They`re all sliding
Down into the valley
They`re all slipping
On the same snow

Hear the children
Don`t turn around, oh, oh
Der Kommissar`s in town, oh, oh
He`s got the power
And you`re so weak
And your frustration will not
Let you speak, la la la la

Don`t turn around, oh, oh
Der Kommissar`s in town, oh, oh
And if he talks to you
Then you`ll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Don`t turn around, oh, oh
Der Kommissar`s in town, oh, oh
Don`t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar`s in town, oh, oh
Alles klar, Herr Kommisar
Don`t turn around, oh, oh
Der Kommissar`s in town, oh, oh
Don`t turn around, oh, oh
Der Kommissar`s in town, oh, oh.....

Even though It's Monday

Day 8 in our Christmas Carols lesson says:

It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Eddie Pola, George Wyle 1963

It's the most wonderful time of the year.
With the kids jingle belling,
and everyone telling you,
"Be of good cheer,"
It's the most wonderful time of the year.

There'll be parties for hosting,
marshmallows for toasting and
caroling out in the snow.
there'll be scary ghost stories and
tales of the glories of Christmases
long, long ago.

It's the most wonderful time of the year.
There'll be much mistletoeing
and hearts will be glowing,
when loved ones are near.
It's the most wonderful time of the year.

Surprises in store for Those Who Dare

Do you have a secret list for Santa? Something you want that your more practical friends won't give you? A life size cut-out of President Bush? (I already have it), a Howard Dean sweatshirt? (don't have), A deck of Hillary Clinton playing cards? (Don't Have - Don't Want) or a Dr Condeleeza Rice for President in 2008 watch (I really, really want)

Maybe you're a normal person and would prefer cashmere socks or a DVD of The Quiet Man (my favorite movie)

Well, if you own a blog, you could be in luck! We want you to join our Secret Santa in Blogland group. I'll be posting more details very shortly.

Intrigued? Want to find out more? Run on over to ebay & check it out. And post a comment for me and you can find out even more. Ho Ho Ho It's going to be fun.

O Holy Night

I was at work today (yeah, I know it's Sunday) so I didn't get a chance to post lesson 7 in our Christmas Carols you should know by heart. Start singing.

O Holy Night

O holy night the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pinning
Till he appeared and the soul felt it’s worth

A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angels voices
O night divine
O night when christ was born
O night divine, o night, o night divine

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by his cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from orient land

The king of king’s lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend
He knows our need
Our weakness no stranger
Behold your king
Before him lowly bend
Behold your king before him lowly bend

Truly he taught us to love one another
His law is love and his gospel is peace
Chains shall he break for the slave is our brother
And in his name all oppression cease

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
Let all within us praise his holy name
Christ is the lord
Oh praise his name forever
His pow’r and glory
Ever more proclaim
His pow’r and glory ever more proclaim

I'm feeling very Irish today

And I'd like to offer a toast to my friends Assembly Republican Leader Kevin O. McCarthy and Governor Scwarzenegger.

Shrug off yesterday's setback as I raise a glass to you:

May those that love us, love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping.

Thank you Yahoooooooooooooo

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I've Hit 5,000

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On Day 6 of our Christmas Carols we'll learn one that was always a favorite at my house.

Christmas in Killarney (as recorded by Bing Crosby)
by Cavanaugh, Redmond and Weldon

The door is always open
The neighbors pay a call
And Father John before he's gone
Will bless the house and all

The holly green, the ivy green
The prettiest picture you've ever seen
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home

It's nice, you know, to kiss your beau
While cuddling under the mistletoe
And Santa Claus you know, of course
Is one of the boys from home

The door is always open
The neighbors pay a call
And Father John before he's gone
Will bless the house and all

How grand it feels to click your heels
And join in the fun of the jigs and reels
I'm handing you no blarney
The likes you've never known
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home

Thru All Kinds of Weather

Wizbang has lost his job. There is no good time for this to happen, but Christmas is a particularly lousy one. If you've got a few extra nickels in your paycheck today, stop by and hit his tip jar. After all, we don't know what's coming tomorrow ...

Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money,
Maybe we're ragged and funny,
But we'll travel along,
Singing a song,
Side by side.

Tho' we don't know
What's coming tomorrow,
Maybe it's trouble and sorrow,
But we'll travel the road
Sharin' our load,
Side by side.

Thru all kinds of weather,
What if the sky should fall,
Just as long as we're together,
It really doesn't matter at all,

When they've all had their quarrels and parted,
We'll be the same as we started,
Just travelling along,
Singing a song,
Side by side.

And now for Day 5 in our Christmas Carol Lessons


God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest you merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ, our Savior
was born on Christmas day;
To save us all from satan's pow'r,
when we were gone astray.

(Refrain)
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.

In Bethlehem, in Jewry,
this blessed Babe was born,
And laid within a manger,
upon this blessed morn;
The which his mother Mary,
did nothing take in scorn.

From God our heav'nly Father,
a blessed angel came;
And unto certain shepherds,
brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born,
the Son of God by name.

The shepherds at those tidings
rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a feeding,
in tempest, storm, and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straight way,
the Son of God to find.

Steve Samuelian will not run again

I received a forward of this e-mail yesterday. I've x'd out the author's identity so I don't get him in any trouble.

As info.... I guess it's true!
-----Original Message-----
From:
Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 2003 4:05 PM
To: Legislative Committee; Field-Service-Representatives
Cc:
Subject: Assemblyman Steve Samuelian (R-Clovis)


I have just received a fax from the Steve Samuelian campaign stating that he will not file for re-election. Although Steve has been a close friend of the industry as a staffer and a legislator, some personal actions have brought significant opposition from opinion leaders in the Fresno area. In his statement he says he will serve out his term and work with the Administration to right California's economy.



xxxx xxxxxx

Director of Legislative Affairs

California xxxxxxxx Association

(916) xxx-xxxx

Day 4 of the Christmas Carols -- Men do not need to learn this one (unless they want to)

Santa Baby

Written by Eartha Kitt

Santa Baby,
Just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby,
A '54 convertible too
Light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'll check off my Christmas list

Santa Baby,
I want a yacht and really that's not
A lot
Been an angel all year
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey,
One little thing I really need
The deed
To a platinum mine
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie,
And fill my stocking with a duplex
And checks
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Lets see if you believe in me

Santa Baby,
Forgot to mention one little thing
A ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry...tonight