Go away.
Why are you still here? Don't you have packages to unwrap back home, or something? Well, get along, then. Scoot. Your granny is calling. Oh, right. Before you go, you think I should give you a reading. Well, then, Merry Christmas, here it is: You read a lot, you talk a lot more, and faster. Otherwise, you're just the average dull, polite, well-meaning, conscientious plodder who lacks imagination enough to get yourself or anybody else into real trouble. That makes you reasonably useful as a companion, if you ever find somebody looking for one.Are you happy, now? Of course not. Every year when you were a kid, you wanted the cool toys, and you got clothes and books. When you grew up and started asking for clothes and books, you started getting toys you didn't need. That's just the way life is. Not that these folks can tell you about it, since they're gettin nuttin' fer Christmas -- except decomposition: Pope Adrian I, Emperor Taishō, Nicolae Ceauşescu, Elena Ceauşescu, Linus Yale, Jr., Otto Loewi, Pierre Victor Auger, Peter the Venerable, St. Albert Chmielowski, Karel Čapek, Yosa Buson, Joan Miró, John Marshall Alexander, Jr. aka Johnny Ace, Bryan MacLean, Birgit Nilsson, William Claude Dukenfield aka W. C. Fields, Charles Spencer Chaplin, Jr., Denver Pyle, Agnes Ayres, Joan Blondell, Young Tom Morris, Patsy Donovan, Billy Martin, Samuel de Champlain, JonBenet Ramsey, Gennady Strekalov,
Dino Paul Crocetti aka Dean Martin
and James Brown.
Please, please, please...
Have a happy birthday, anyway.
And Merry Christmas to all. Humbug or no.
and James Brown.
Please, please, please...
Have a happy birthday, anyway.
And Merry Christmas to all. Humbug or no.
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