For my wife’s upcoming Xmas party. They have a “sing for your supper” requirement. Performance will be beatnik style, complete with berets and bongos…

Hark Harold
What’s up?
All crash…bang man.
Not so
Silent night.

Rudolph rip off
Santa’s
Sleigh
Like gone man.
Real outta sight.

Rudolph stole my ride.

Little Vixen
with your nose
pressed up against the
workshop windows.
There is no flight for you
tonight.

Rudolph stole my ride.

Bongo solo…

Kiddies,
bummed out,
crashed out,
in bed.
Get with the spirit red nose.
Don’t bogart the sled.

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