I never really listened to the lyrics of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” until the other night at a BBQ joint in Hickory, NC. A children's holiday album was playing over the speakers. Fun carol, right?
“Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer
We won't go until we get some;
We won't go until we get some;
We won't go until we get some, so bring some out here.”
Until the kids singing--with their delicate, angelic voices--get to the verses where they’re requiring pudding and alcoholic beverages. And they’ve dug in their heels. Restraining orders probably weren’t that prevalent when this was written.
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