Keep the Course (Silver Bells)

From their barracks and their ship racks,

They are going to e mail and telephone,

With good needs for household at Christmas.

Not complaining or disdaining,

They know they’re not alone,

Regardless that house could also be miles away.

Armed Forces, keep the course,

Guarding America’s freedoms.

Standing tall, to obligation’s name,

God bless our troopers at this time.

Watches standing, jet planes touchdown,

Going out on patrol,

They spend Christmas at work for the nation.

Within the mess corridor, they may recall

Christmas tales of ol’,

Spirits buoyed by their comrades in arms.

Armed forces, keep the course,

Guarding America’s freedoms.

Standing tall, to obligation’s name,

God bless our sailors at this time.

Oh, the packing, containers stacking,

Shopping for packing tape reams,

Treats and sweets wrapped with ribbons and love.

Empty locations, absent faces,

And homecoming desires,

Fam’lies ready for family members’ return.

Armed forces, keep the course,

Guarding America’s freedoms.

Standing tall, to obligation’s name,

God bless our air crews at this time.

Grateful nation, humble nation,

Sends its prayers and assist,

To the courageous of all service branches,

Freedom and peace shall not lower,

And good will, they may export

We salute our armed forces at this time.

Armed forces, keep the course,

Guarding America’s freedoms.

Standing tall, to obligation’s name,

God bless our Marines at this time.

I Have Failed (Jingle Bells)

Dashing by way of the snow,

In a four-seater sedan.

O’er the roads I am going,

Missing any plan.

Bank card in tow,

The worth that I need to pay.

What stress it’s to don’t have any items

So near the vacation!

Jingle bells, I’ve failed,

To buy Christmas items.

Oh! what enjoyable it’s to draft

Final-minute Christmas lists. Hey!

Jingle bells, I’ve failed,

To buy Christmas items.

Oh! what enjoyable it’s to draft

Final-minute Christmas lists!

Now I’m in a retailer,

Lord, what do I purchase.

Arising with items,

Provides me stress inside.

I ship my pal a textual content,

Are you able to provide assist?

You need to have requested me months in the past

You probably did this to your self!

Jingle bells, I’ve failed,

To buy Christmas items.

Oh! what enjoyable it’s to draft

Final-minute Christmas lists. Hey!

Jingle bells, I’ve failed,

To buy Christmas items,

Oh what enjoyable it’s to draft

Final-minute Christmas lists!

Down on the Statehouse (Up on the Rooftop)

Down on the Statehouse, reindeer carry,

Ohio’s pols, a great deal of bling.

Baggage full of cash, Ohioans despatched

All the way down to Columbus, to be spent.

Ho, ho, ho!

It’s such a present!

Ho, ho, ho!

Who wouldn’t go!

Down on the Statehouse,

The taxes movement,

Like cash in a farebox,

You need to know!

Dressing payments like Christmas timber,

After midnight, in the event you please.

Payments ring out, and gavels fall,

Like an public sale on the mall.

A constructing right here, a freeway there,

The legislature has no care.

Reduce ribbons, not prices, is the cry,

And poof, goes your cash,

like smoke to the sky.

Ho, ho, ho!

It’s such a present!

Ho, ho, ho!

Who wouldn’t go!

Down on the Statehouse,

The taxes movement,

Like cash in a farebox,

You need to know!

We Three Groups (We Three Kings)

We three groups alongside Erie’s shore,

In search of wins, we at all times need extra,

Cavs and Guardians,

Browns sisyphean,

Irritating to the core.

O-oh, followers rejoicing, followers in tears,

Soccer crowns not seen in years.

At all times making an attempt,

Not complying,

Seasons all conclude in drear.

Cavs succeeded in a giant manner,

All LeBron, however he wouldn’t keep,

Then he left,

Weren’t we bereft?

Returning to disarray.

O-oh … Haslams took the most important likelihood,

Spending freely, workforce enhanced.

Draft picks gone,

We’ve obtained Deshaun,

Can he get us to The Dance?

Guardians obtained to title’s entrance door,

Pitching properly, however they couldn’t rating,

Tito’s main,

Close to succeeding,

Give us one thumper extra …

O-oh … dare we want for brand new success?

All three on the precipice,

Cavs are scoring,

Guards not boring,

Can the Browns give extra … not much less?

Methods to Squander (White Christmas)

I’m dreaming up methods to squander,

Hundreds of thousands in county ARPA money.

Don’t want a public assembly,

To begin depleting.

We’ll fund all kinds of pointless trash, pointless trash.

I’m dreaming up methods to squander,

Sixty-six million on a lark.

We’ll preserve the general public at the hours of darkness,

As we construct a golf course or canine park.

The Gun Music (The Dreidel Music)

We have now a little bit gun regulation, it’s from the NRA.

And once they end drafting it, we’ll go it immediately.

Oh, weapons and weapons with no legal guidelines, extra weapons by the day,

With out Ohio gun legal guidelines, we’ll have our taking pictures manner.

Let’s open up our gun gross sales, and promote to everybody.

Once we run in need of firearms, gunmakers can have gained!

Oh, weapons and weapons with no legal guidelines, my bump inventory’s a lot enjoyable.

With bandaliers of ammo, you’d higher begin to run!

O Curse Ye, Gerrymandering (God Relaxation You Merry, Gents)

Oh, curse ye, gerrymandering,

You’ve left us in dismay.

We voted to eliminate you,

However didn’t get our manner.

5 maps have been drawn extra crimson than blue, districts in disarray.

O, tidings of crimson waves to return,

Voters aren’t dumb,

O, tidings of crimson waves to return.

Maureen O’Connor saved the day,

However now she’s gone away.

Majority now will twist the regulation,

So blue can’t win once more.

They’ll pack and crack and never look again at how they’ve gone astray,

Ohio, a swing state no extra,

Crimson to the core,

Ohio, a swing state no extra.

You’re a loser, Mr. Trump (You’re a imply one, Mr. Grinch)

You’re a loser, Mr. Trump.

Your endorsements failed to attain.

You’ve gotten galled the independents, and the ladies, much more, Mr. Trump …

You’re completed, Mr. Trump.

Your charisma’s clearly misplaced.

Your White Home quest is over, and your occasion paid the price, Mr. Trump …

You don’t matter, Mr. Trump.

You need to select one other path,

You’re as orange as a highway cone, now you’re feeling the voters’ wrath, Mr. Trump …

You’re a whiner, Mr. Trump.

Twenty-twenty’s up to now,

You may cry in regards to the faux information, however the die is unquestionably forged, Mr. Trump …

You’re a menace, Mr. Trump.

You don’t respect our legal guidelines,

You defied the Structure, and you probably did it with out trigger, Mr. Trump …

You’re in bother, Mr. Trump.

Your personal justices agree,

You took off with secret papers, your most suitable option now could be to plead, Mr. Trump …

Please be gone now, Mr. Trump.

We have now had you as much as right here,

Your prattle’s gotten tiresome, and your future is evident, Mr. Trump …

Frank LaRose Carol (It Got here Upon a Midnight Clear)

I’m readying for a Senate run,

With harsh outbursts on Twitter,

Discovering new methods to woo the precise,

Election-fraud speak’s the kicker.

No matter it takes, I’ll oblige,

My good-guy persona’s all spin,

A mere majority can’t amend,

You lose, insiders win.

I cozied as much as Donald Trump,

And gained his political blessing,

I would want extra in ‘24,

However no cause now to start out stressing.

No matter it takes, I’ll oblige,

My good-guy persona’s so trite.

The media get my canned remarks,

Whereas I tweet crimson meat to the precise.

One thing smells (Jingle Bells)

Dashing to the top

Of this 12 months’s lame-duck fray

Mushing payments collectively,

Whereas laughing all the best way.

Thwarted solely considerably,

By opposition taunts,

What enjoyable it’s to trip roughshod

Upon the voters’ desires. Oh!

One thing smells, nevertheless it sells

Favors to our funders.

So we make trades, for a couple of days

Whereas finagling up our numbers.

This thirty seventh vacation interlude is dropped at you by the Editorial Board Caroling Society & Beadery, within the spirit of the season — Thomas “Tannenbaum” Suddes, Lisa “Liesl Von Trapp” Garvin, Ted “Convey Forth The Royal” Diadiun, Mary Cay “Merry Christmas” Doherty, Leila “Fa la la la” Atassi, Eric “Ring the Bells” Foster and Elizabethan Sullivan, for the refrain.

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