I've seen a bunch of Buffy theme Christmas Carols around, and thought I'd throw my hat into the fray, especially since I CANNOT get this out of my head. Best to share, really.
God rest ye spooky Gentlemen, Let you all remain dead.
Remember Buffy screamed real loud, and you all lost your heads.
To save us all from your scalpels while we lay in our beds...
O tidings of hand gestures and boys, gestures and boys, O tidings of hand gestures and boys
In Sunnydale it's demony, this Blessed Babe does slay.
And laid with a dead vampire, he cried and went away.
And now the army is trying to understand her ways...
O tidings of tazer guns and boys, tazers and boys, O tidings of tazer guns and boys.
And then an upstart Wicca did change her mindset - yay!
For this sweet red-head met a girl and realized she was gay.
In Sunnydale their love did bloom, thoughts of boys went away...
O tidings of spice racks and new toys, spices and toys, O tidings of spice racks and new toys.
God rest ye spooky Gentlemen, Let you all remain dead.
Remember Buffy screamed real loud, and you all lost your heads.
To save us all from your scalpels while we lay in our beds...
O tidings of hand gestures and boys, gestures and boys, O tidings of hand gestures and boys
In Sunnydale it's demony, this Blessed Babe does slay.
And laid with a dead vampire, he cried and went away.
And now the army is trying to understand her ways...
O tidings of tazer guns and boys, tazers and boys, O tidings of tazer guns and boys.
And then an upstart Wicca did change her mindset - yay!
For this sweet red-head met a girl and realized she was gay.
In Sunnydale their love did bloom, thoughts of boys went away...
O tidings of spice racks and new toys, spices and toys, O tidings of spice racks and new toys.
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Date: 2004-12-10 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 04:00 pm (UTC)ooh baby. . .
rock on.
I'm not very articulate today, but this is making me giggle.
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Date: 2004-12-10 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 05:10 pm (UTC)As Christmas should be. *nods with stolen authority*
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Date: 2004-12-10 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-10 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 07:24 pm (UTC)*flips you off and hunts for Mr. Stoney*
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Date: 2004-12-10 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 09:16 pm (UTC)*snarffle*
I know the last line is the dirty one, but...
*eg*
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Date: 2004-12-10 09:42 pm (UTC)O tidings of spice racks and new toys, spices and toys, O tidings of spice racks and new toys.
I know Carrie already picked that one up, but, damn...you're bloody freakin' brilliant.
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Date: 2004-12-10 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-10 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-11 12:37 am (UTC)Whoa...you've got the meter down and everything. You are freakin' awesome. I lurve me some Anya and obscene hand gestures. Yes, I do.
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Date: 2004-12-11 05:50 am (UTC)Oh, and as to meter? Baby, my whole LIFE is about meter. (you're relatively new to me so I'll sum up: father is a musician and a choir master, grandfather made violins as did his father, yadda yadda. I play multiple instruments and sing, but not as well as my sisters who are virtuosos on multiple instruments and are accomplished vocalists)
I LIVE for this shit. Which is rather sad, if you think about it.
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Date: 2004-12-15 05:42 pm (UTC)