I love the Christmas season. I love the opportunity to share with the ones I love and pour a glass of good whiskey with my family. The carols and Christmas songs come in all forms, and most modern Christmas ballads leave much to be desired…
Then there’s the Drop Kick Murphys. They always have a way with words. This may not be the most gentle or nurturing song for the spirit of Christmas but it always makes me smile to hear it. So without further ado…The Drop Kick Murphy’s “The Season’s Upon Us…”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxYZRAowdzc
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
There’s bells and there’s holly, the kids are gung-ho
True loves finds a kiss beneath fresh mistletoe
Some families are messed up while others are fine
If you think yours is crazy, well you should see mine
My sisters are wackjobs, I wish I had none
Their husbands are losers and so are their sons
My nephew’s a horrible wise little twit
He once gave me a nice gift wrapped box full of shit
He likes to pelt carolers with icy snowballs
I’d like to take him out back and deck more than the halls
With family like this I would have to confess
I’d be better off lonely, distraught and depressed
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
They call this Christmas where I’m from
My mom likes to cook push our buttons and prod
My brother just brought home another big broad
The eyes rollin’ whispers come love from the kitchen
I’d come home more often if they’d only quit bitchin’
Dad on the other hand’s a selfish old sod
Drinks whiskey alone with my miserable dog
Who won’t run off fetch sure he couldn’t care less
He defiled my teddy bear and left me the mess
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
They call this Christmas where I’m from
The table’s set, we raise a toast
The father, son, and the Holy Ghost
I’m so glad this day only comes once a year
You can keep your opinions, your presents, your happy new year
They call this Christmas where I’m from
They call this Christmas where I’m from