All I Want For Christmas
This is what happens when Gretchen and I have not had enough sleep, it seems. :)
(And you'll probably suss out the tune in a moment.)
I don't want a ham for Christmas, I don't want a roast to sear.
I don't want a big old turkey that will last until New Year.
I want something that is hot,
Slowly simmering in a pot.
Something I can chew.
All I want for Christmas is stew.
(And you'll probably suss out the tune in a moment.)
I don't want a ham for Christmas, I don't want a roast to sear.
I don't want a big old turkey that will last until New Year.
I want something that is hot,
Slowly simmering in a pot.
Something I can chew.
All I want for Christmas is stew.
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I don't want fresh breen for Solstice.
I don't want a Grout head to sear.
I don't want smoked flarn or a mug of jalar
that will last until sometime next year.
I want something that's bland,
Something out of a can,
Something I don't need to chew.
All I want this winter is spoo.
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