Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Die Facking Carollers, Die

It should totally be a new Christmas song. Then they'd have a new song to sing our household. If you were here at this very moment (and the past nights for that matter) you'd share my sentiments, I swear. They are currently outside, howling "Namamasko po!" louder than the actual Christmas Carol.

And people wonder where my holiday bloody spirit is.

What bothers me is that they don't put any effort into it. They just yowl the same crap song every single night. It's short and sweet, and pays no heed to tune or harmony. It's always the same - two or three lines of 'We wish you a Merry Christmas' then it cuts right to the chase - "Namamasko po!" Again and again and again. Or if they're up to it, they add a constipated rendition of "Sa may bahay ang aming bati..." Blah blah. It's always the same band of children. Sometimes they come in twos or threes, always changing groups in hopes that they wont be recognized. Sometimes they come one at a time. It's a fucking sham. And if you ignore them, they'll persist and stay there for God knows how long, all the while croaking their plea for money. When I'm feeling crabby and obstinate, I ignore them. I usually hold out. But high-pitched squealing can be difficult to stomach after a prolonged amount of time, so under the orders of my parents, I give em two measly pesos. Serves them bloody right.

Christmas is for the children. Tch. Take that and stuff it up a baboon's backside. It shouldn't count for extorting ones.

I don't really wish them ill, incidentally. I just want to cement their maws shut.

See, aren't I all Christmassy?
Thus spake Irish || 6:18 PM || 0 comments