Time to gather around for a few fav tunes
It’s Christmas, that special time of year when magic fills the air.
And a great way to celebrate the occasion is to get together with your family and sing a few favourite seasonal tunes.
Here’s a sampling of songs, with the lyrics changed to reflect the local scene (sing to the song title):
We Three Kings
We the oafs of Niag’ra are Seizing tapes we rule like a czar Give us laptops, or we call cops Following no real law
O ban of Standard, ban of rights Ban of cov’rage Thursday night Caslin leading, still proceeding Guide us to ombudsman’s light
Tossed outside on secretive call Wrong is done at whim of goofball Who the culprit, he won’t admit Making us all appalled
O ban of Standard, ban of rights Ban of cov’rage Thursday night Caslin leading, still no proceeding Guide us to Ombudsman’s light
Winter Wonderland
Cashiers ring Are you listening
In short time
Jobs are quickening A wonderful get
We’re happy, you bet
Counting on attractin’ Amazon
Gone away, is bad thinking Here to say, not been drinking We talk a good game
As we approach fame Counting on attractin’ Amazon
In the meantime, we can reach a spokesman
Just to get a jump on all the rest We’ll say, are you coming
He’ll say, no man
But you can make a bid
If done in jest
Later on
We’ll perspire
As we try
To inspire
No need to be sad
It’s Google we’ll add
Counting on a-losing Amazon
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
GO-Train the Region’s saviour Had a very noble rank
And if you ever knocked it You’d be ever called a crank All of the other transits
Used to fume and crave its might They never liked famed GO-Train Hogging all the bright spotlight
Then one boring slow news day Pundit came to write
GO-Train with your late start date Soon your lustre will abate
My, how the others loved this As they shouted out with glee GO-Train the Region’s saviour Dark ’til Twenty-Twenty-Three.
Deck the Halls
See the plans of latest tower Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Cuz of size it’s no wallflower Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Stop we now this private goldmine Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Troll the owner non-stop online Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Grasp the latest condo version Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Needs a name so call it Grandson Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow it en route to council Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Cease the urge to throw in towel Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Silver Bells
Region plotting, lots of plotting Done in partisan style
In the air there’s a feeling of slyness
Members scheming, people screaming
Seeing gaffe after gaffe
And from many a critic you’ll hear
My oh my, my oh my
It’s cabal time at the Region Act like kings
Ding-a-lings
Soon it will be Voting Day
String of faux pas, even broke laws Seizing laptops and notes
As the writers tossed out on their keisters
Hear the staff bray, as they o-bey
This is council’s big move
And against all this muscle you’ll hear
My oh my, my oh my
It’s cabal time at the Region Act like kings
Ding-a-lings
Soon it will be Voting Day. Merry Christmas, everyone.