Song parody of
The Carol of the Gammon and the Snowflake
by _Patrickconnor
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The most magical thing about Christmas
Is an imposed proximity
To ideals that are different from yours
You say:
"I think you're a whiny, entitled millennial"
I say:
"I think you've destroyed my faith in humanity"
As we catch-up around the open fire
You want to see the snowflakes fall
It's a dream you've had for the longest time
And all I want is a gammon to cure
But I feel this boiling up inside of me
A no-man's land of common ground to find
It's a cease-fire insult kickabout, a game
No Silent Night from both sides, it's Christmas Time
You shout until you're red in the face
I pout, a perfect look of distaste
Without this common ground where would we be now?
You say:
"You snowflake, you socialist, you urban elite"
I say:
"You gammon, this selfish, patriotic conceit is awful"
As we banter round the Christmas tree
You want to see the snowflakes fall
It's a dream you've had for the longest time
And all I want is a gammon to cure
But I feel this boiling up inside of me
A no-man's land of common ground to find
It's a cease-fire insult kickabout, a game
No Silent Night from both sides it's Christmas Time
The most magical thing about Christmas
Is an imposed proximity
To ideals that are different from yours
You say:
"I think you're a whiny, entitled millennial"
I say:
"I think you've destroyed my faith in humanity"
As we catch-up around the open fire
You want to see the snowflakes fall
It's a dream you've had for the longest time
And all I want is a gammon to cure
But I feel this boiling up inside of me
A no-man's land of common ground to find
It's a cease-fire insult kickabout, a game
No Silent Night from both sides, it's Christmas Time
You shout until you're red in the face
I pout, a perfect look of distaste
Without this common ground where would we be now?
You say:
"You snowflake, you socialist, you urban elite"
I say:
"You gammon, this selfish, patriotic conceit is awful"
As we banter round the Christmas tree
You want to see the snowflakes fall
It's a dream you've had for the longest time
And all I want is a gammon to cure
But I feel this boiling up inside of me
A no-man's land of common ground to find
It's a cease-fire insult kickabout, a game
No Silent Night from both sides it's Christmas Time
