The elder Free-Ride offspring breaks into song.

Possibly related to the last post. The lyrics are original.

(For this, you need to imagine the younger Free-Ride offspring humming in the background as the elder sings.)

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
We're sorry that we killed ya.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
At least we didn't grill ya.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Our only Christmas casualty.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Be thankful we don't "nil" ya.

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By Jim Thomerson (not verified) on 22 Dec 2009 #permalink