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  • 1. LITTLE CHRISTMAS SONG [by David Roth]


    Here’s my little Christmas song
    It’s new so I might play it wrong
    But that’s okay, it’s not like I could say
    Or sing one single thing

    That’s never been expressed before
    Like “peace on earth” and “no more war”
    That’s easier to say than do,
    Just read the paper, watch the news

    Don't read the paper, walk in nature
    That’s what we did on Thursday
    When six or seven inches fall down from the sky
    It’s time to play

    We slapped our boots on, grabbed the dog
    We bought him in some catalogue
    That’s what they send this time of year
    How did they get our address here?

    We took a stroll around the pond
    Of Tricia I am very fond
    Last summer she made me a blond
    I looked a bit like Eminem

    Our nieces’ very favorite rapper
    Swears a lot, that whippersnapper
    Strikes some kind of chord it seems
    For certain disaffected teens

    Here’s my little Christmas song
    Might play it wrong, it’s kinda newish
    Don’t expect too much when Christmas songs
    Are sung by someone Jewish

    Except for maybe Adam Sandler
    Nightly lights Menorah candles
    Merry Christmas, Hanukkah Solstice,
    Ramadan, and Kwanzaa

    I know I left some holidays out
    So choose that to which you’re devout
    That’s what the Dali Lama does,
    When asked what his religion was

    Replies with just one single word
    “Kindness” is what he prefers
    And so do I, so now I ask
    Is humankind up to the task?


  • 2. SEASONAL WORK [by Andrew Ratshin (as performed by Uncle Bonsai)]


    I am out here in this field
    And the sun is beating down
    I will stay in this position ‘til I’m through
    Like my family before me
    I will melt into this ground
    And I’ll do the job that no one else will do

    I have come here with the season (And it’s cold out here today)
    Just a shadow in the white (Never had a holiday)
    I am rooted to the soil like the grass
    Though I don the dusty uniform (Everything is cold and gray)
    I’m standing three balls high (There’s no one horse open sleigh)
    And I wear the tattered tinsel like a badge

    He is standing where his father stood
    A figure in this neighborhood
    A fixture ‘til the weather’s good
    And sends him on his way

    I’m just one of many frozen on these farms
    And the threat of snow won’t set off the alarms
    And the branches that they’ve given us for arms
    Are just insulting
    We are tethered here with someone else’s ties
    And we watch the world unfold with blackened eyes
    And I’ll count the days until we organize
    And start revolting

    I am standing where they stood me
    When they rolled me like a drunk
    And they shoved a lincoln hat upon my head
    And I dream of what I could be
    If I wasn’t draped with junk
    Forgotten like the dog and left for dead

    See the family through the window keeping warm
    Watching TV while we’re weathering the storm
    And our animated relatives perform
    While they ignore me
    See our brothers ride Norelcos through the land
    Is that Uncle Frosty dancing for the man
    He’s got his 30 shekels in his hand
    I hope he’s happy, I hope he’s happy

    If he could move around like that
    He’d probably be a dancer
    I’d sing my special song, with Burl Ives strumming
    But if the coal don’t give us black lung
    Then the pipe will give us cancer
    If we could move around like that
    They’d never see us coming

    Thumpety thump thump thumpety thump
    The last sound that you hear
    Thumpety thump thump thumpety thump thump
    Snowman army’s near
    Thumpety thump thump thumpety thump thump
    Bringing up the rear
    Thumpety thump thump thumpety thump thump
    Christmas time is here

    I am out here in this field
    Where the sun spares no expense
    We’ll be leaving in the morning with the mud
    But the grass will be much greener now
    On both sides of the fence
    As the sun kissed sod is soaked with snowman blood
    With snowman blood

    Thumpety thump thump thumpety thump thump
    Watch me disappear
    Thumpety thump thump thumpety thump thump
    Think you’re in the clear
    Thumpety thump thump thumpety thump thump
    We’ll be back next year


  • 3. MISTLETOE [by Shelby & Tieg]


    Every time I saw the mistletoe
    I thought of no one until you showed
    Suddenly it became very clear why it's here
    I'm all aglow

    Planning how to introduce myself
    Carefully looking anywhere else
    Suddenly it hits me, hung with care by the stairs
    to make young hearts melt

    Meet me under the mistletoe
    New Years will start with you in my heart

    Please be there and we'll kiss below for the first time
    And if you're inclined
    I'll kiss you when there's no . . . mistletoe

    He looks at me like we're all alone
    Makes me believe she could be my own
    I never thought it would start like this with a kiss
    Your name unknown

    Meet me under the mistletoe
    New Years will start with you in my heart

    Please be there and we'll kiss below for the first time
    And if you're inclined
    I'll kiss you when there's no . . .

    Meet me under the mistletoe
    New Years will start with you in my heart

    We meet there where we kiss below for the first time
    Say you'll be mine and
    I'll kiss you when there's no . . . mistletoe


  • 4. SNOW DAY[by Honor Finnegan]


    Snow day
    Give me a snow day
    Give me a slow, slow snow day

    I just want to stay home and drink some tea
    Maybe read a book of sufi poetry
    Put on something warm and cosy yes, indeed
    Oh I love a blanket
    If there's a God, I'll thank it

    You might find it inconvenient
    When you have to clear the pavement
    I don't care if you don't like it

    Oh, Snow day

    Some folks will complain when they can't get to work
    Take a break and learn to play, don't be a jerk
    Go a little crazy, just don't go berserk
    Play a little hooky

    Have some milk and cookies
    When the weather is inclement
    Unless you are sick or pregnant
    What could be so awfully urgent

    Oh, Snow day

    Time is all we really have
    Why not take some time?
    Why not let nature win?
    Curl up with my honey bun and watch
    TV Turner classic movie, nothing too heavy
    Something about baking on TLC
    We can share a blanket
    If there's a God, we'll thank it

    We don't care if you don't like it
    When the weather is inclement
    Unless you are sick or pregnant
    What could be so awfully urgent

    Oh, Oh, Snow day
    Yay


  • 5. NO ROOM AT THE INN [by Alex McDonald & David Roche]


    A man and a woman came around one night
    Awful cold and the stars were bright
    A baby on the way, a place to stay
    I wanted to help but I heard myself say
    There's no room at the inn
    No room at the inn
    No room at the inn you can't come in
    You can't come in

    The wind was howling its ominous song
    Something in the air I could feel so strong
    I wish that I knew who I was talking to
    Under the circumstances, what could I do?

    There's no room at the inn
    No room at the inn
    No room at the inn you can't come in
    You can't come in

    True love won't be denied
    For love He was born and died
    True love will never end
    For love, He'll come again

    They looked at each other and gathered their pack
    I told them about a stable in the back
    It wasn't very warm, early next morn
    I heard the quiet cries of a baby just born

    Oooooh, oooooh . . . oooooh . . . you can't come in
    You can't come in

    Time passed by and I was at the Pearly Gate
    Reflecting on my life while I had to wait
    Hope I get through, I wish that I knew
    Words from the past came back and rang true

    There's no room at the inn
    No room at the inn
    No room at the inn you can't come in
    You can't come in

    There was the Mother sitting next to her Child
    He was all grown up
    He looked at me and smiled
    Wonder and dread, He nodded his head
    He looked at his mother, then at me and He said

    You look surprised my friend that we should meet again
    You looked surprised my friend . . . Come on in!

    True love won't be denied
    For love He was born and died
    True love will never end.
    For love, He'll come again
    True love will never end
    With love, He told me
    Welcome Home . . . Come on in!


  • 6. CHELSEA BOYS [by Jonathan Spottiswoode]


    Boys in Chelsea holding hands
    Whistle as they watch us dance
    There, we're dancing in the snow
    Like a fancy Broadway show

    Sliding down 22nd Street
    Spin you round as you hold my sleeve
    And we sing a song of joy and peace
    With the Chelsea boys on Christmas Eve

    Boys in leather, boys in tights
    All together Christmas night
    If you let them make you twirl
    They won't care that you’re a girl

    If I kiss you on the street
    Will you let me kiss you deep?
    Will you sing a song of joy and peace
    With the Chelsea boys on Christmas Eve?

    I love your smiling eyes so sweet
    I'm gonna kiss you, gonna kiss you deep
    I'm gonna sing a song of joy and peace
    With the Chelsea boys on Christmas Eve

    Hark! The herald angels sing


  • 7. LIGHT THE LAMP [by Emily Kurn]


    I light the candles for my great grandma
    She lived in Strasbourg before the war
    We share a name, we share a family
    She died a year before I was born

    I don't have ties to the Hebrew blessings
    I don't feel god in the candle's flame
    But I see family in each old tradition
    And so I honor them and do the same

    It's how I know where I belong
    It's how I feel their blood in mine
    And so I light the lamp and watch it burn
    And remember her, and remember her

    When I was young, I learned to read the torah
    I spun the dreidel and I sang the prayers
    But I don't know if I felt the meaning
    I don't know if my heart was there

    Now I understand the old traditions
    It's less for us and it's more for them
    So at Hanukkah my heart aches softly
    As I light my mom's menorah again

    It's how I know where I belong
    It's how I feel their blood in mine
    And so I light the lamp and watch it burn
    And remember her, and remember her


  • 8. THESE ORNAMENTS [by Craig Werth]


    >Nested up in paper a ball of see-through glass
    the color flaked and settled some distant Christmas past
    carried from the homeland its hook now rough with rust
    suspends the ancient memories in pink and silver dust

    There’s a four-inch 5-string banjo made with a bottle cap
    a choir of clothespin angels robed in satin wrap
    there’s an origami figure folded by young hands
    the day her grandpa showed her and told her, “yes, you can”

    Who will keep these ornaments and love them as I do?
    who will tell their stories from when the old was new?
    who will hold these treasures this box of jewels and toys
    and spirits of the long lost folks who once were girls and boys?

    There's a tiny, ruddy row boat carved from a peach's stone
    it's one my father made me one night he was alone
    there's a cracked ceramic owl my mother's favorite bird
    the one, at night, she'd listen for the last one that she heard

    Who will keep these ornaments and love them as I do?
    who will tell their stories from when the old was new?
    who will hold these treasures this box of jewels and toys
    and spirits of the long lost folks who once were girls and boys?

    I have been the keeper
    of all these Christmas gems
    I've memorized the history f
    or each and every one of them
    I wrote it in this letter f or someone good to find
    and now that you are reading this would you be so kind . . .

    Please keep these ornaments and love them as I did
    tell their stories and teach them to the kids
    hold up these treasures this box of jewels and toys
    and spirits of we long lost folks who once were girls and boys


  • 9. HO HO HO [by Bernice Lewis]


    Hey we all know that Santa Claus was happy with his mate
    Mrs Claus, she was something else
    She kept the workshop clean and always stayed up late
    To decorate the place, trim the tree and put bobbles on the wreath
    She looked a mess in her flannel dress
    But you’d never guess
    what she had on underneath

    She wore patent leather, and a red bustier
    And she was the one cracking the whip
    From the backseat of the sleigh
    She called “On Dasher, on Dancer
    On Prancer, on Vixen
    We’ve got to get these gifts delivered quick
    Cause my itch needs fixin’” Ho Ho Ho

    In the back of Santa’s workshop they keep the special toys
    They’re not the same ones that they share
    With all the little girls and boys
    And when the elves get tired they head up to their room
    Mrs Claus, she pulls out the cuffs
    She makes Santa’s heart go boom boom boom

    She wore patent leather, and a red bustiere
    And she was the one cracking the whip
    From the backseat of the sleigh
    She said “I don’t want no cocoa, no long winter’s nap
    Yo I wanna’ know when it’s gonna’ be my turn to sit on Santa’s lap.”
    Ho Ho Ho

    She wore patent leather, and a red bustiere
    And she was the one cracking the whip
    From the backseat of the sleigh
    She said “This situation, it couldn’t be more dire
    You know if Santa doesn’t behave himself there’ll be “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.”
    Ho Ho Ho


  • 10. MY CHRISTMAS GUITAR [by Tom Paxton, Fred Koller, and David Mallett]


    Learning to play my Christmas guitar
    Everyone’s looking at me
    It came in a box with a bright shiny star
    Under my Christmas tree

    Nobody knows that my fingers are bleeding
    I’m smiling so no one can see
    Learning to play my Christmas guitar
    What a wonderful Christmas for me


  • 11. GRAND CENTRAL STATION STARS [by John Margolis, Don Rosler, Everett Bradley]


    Around Christmas each year
    You can find me right here
    Under the Grand Central Station Stars

    The echoes ring through
    To the winter’s sky view
    From under the Grand Central Station Stars

    A soldier tries to keep up his composure
    But he loses out as his lover runs closer
    An old man finds at last his fragile brother
    Gently and quietly they hug one another

    And we’re standing in awe
    From all points near and far
    Under the Grand Central Station Stars

    A child’s soft finger will trace constellations
    Connecting the jewels of illumination
    A drifter stares down and is singing off key
    As the disheveled Santas are breaking for coffee

    These faces I see
    Bring back memories for me

    And you’ll find me right here around Christmas each year
    Under the Grand Central Station Stars
    Under the Grand Central Station Stars
    Under the Grand Central Station Stars


  • 12. I WANT AN OLD FASIONED CHRISTMAS [by Amy Speace and Sally Barris]


    It’s the middle of December
    And the city is alive
    With the sound of all the shoppers
    In a rush
    But I kind of wish it was just us . . .

    I want an old fashioned Christmas
    I want all the old clichés
    Mistletoe and pumpkin pie
    Carols under snowy skies
    Waiting up all night for Santa’s sleigh

    I want an old fashioned Christmas
    Like when I was a little girl
    I want an old fashioned Christmas
    Jingle Bells and Joy To The World

    I want an old fashioned Christmas
    Popcorn strings and homemade cards
    Let’s not go for shine and bling
    Fancy cars and diamond rings
    Can’t we just make wishes on the stars

    Then let’s cuddle on the sofa
    Fall asleep before the embers fade
    I want an old fashioned Christmas
    Like they had in the good old days

    Skating ‘neath the full moon light
    Figure 8s on snowy ice
    Frozen mittens on the fireplace

    Let’s pretend we still believe in magic
    And childhood wishes coming true
    I want an old fashioned Christmas
    An old fashioned Christmas with you
    An old fashioned Christmas with you


  • 13. THE LAST NIGHT OF THE YEAR [ by Phillip Edward Galston and Michael Whalen]


    On the last night of the year
    While crowds of strangers storm the Square
    The countdown and the cheers
    They’ll freeze their a$$es off out there
    Me I’ll stay right here
    They’ll lift a glass to all that’s passed
    And all that’s supposed to be
    I’ll toss the cards then in the yard
    I’ll burn the dried up tree
    On the last night of the year

    I’ll stir the coals and fan the flame
    While a world away from here
    A screaming plane sent in my name
    Makes some strangers disappear
    I’ll shake my head and climb in bed
    Before the ball comes down
    That fine champagne right down the drain
    Old acquaintance just be drowned
    On the last night of the year

    On the last night of the year
    I’ll make some resolutions now
    Like shiny souvenirs
    They’ll wind up crumpled on the ground
    With the confetti and the beer
    Beneath the quilt I’ll dream my guilt my guilt
    Will melt into the night
    My weary eyes will search for signs
    That I can make it right
    On the last night of the year

    And by the dawn my fever gone
    I may just see the light
    Yeah, I know that must sound weird
    But at least for now it’s clear
    On the last night of the year


  • 14. O BENTO AIROSO (Portuguese Christmas Song) [arr. by Hilary Field & Gwen Franz]




  • 15. DON WHITE’S ADVICE/CHRISTMAS MEMORIES [by Don White]


    Christmas is hard on poor people. It’s hard on the parents and it’s especially hard on the kids.
    The whole system is set up in a way that puts tremendous downward pressure on people without money.
    Parents want to buy the popular toys for their children but they can’t afford to, and the kids don’t really
    understand any of this and they’re left to wonder why Santa didn’t bring them the things that they wanted.
    The situation always seems designed specifically to create stress and tension for families without money.

    My advice for any man who marries a woman who grew up poor is to start saving money in January
    because that grown up poor kid is going to make sure that her children have lots of presents to open
    on Christmas Day. There will either be enough cash available or it will wind up on a credit card,
    and no amount of complaining from you is going to stop this from happening.

    Now I do complain, but to be honest, it’s just a show. The truth is that there is a look in her eyes
    while she is watching our children and grandchildren open up all the presents that we really can’t afford
    to buy them, that makes her look to me like a curly haired five-year- old girl on Christmas morning
    who knows that Santa loves her. And that look in her eyes is the only present that I really look forward to getting every year.

    So quit whining quit crying
    Quit running your mouth
    About credit cards, landlords
    And low bank accounts
    ‘Cause nothing that you can say
    Will ever keep me
    From making great Christmas memories

    Good memories are what we need
    When we’re old
    To have and to hold
    When we feel alone
    My gift forever
    To this family
    Will be great Christmas memories
    Great Christmas memories


  • 16. PASS THE FRUITCAKE ON BOYS [ by Claudia Russell]


    I'm passing on the fruitcake boys, I'm passing it around
    I'll have to pass when it comes my way cause I just can't choke it down

    Oh pass the fruitcake on boys
    Pass the fruitcake on
    We're not leaving till its gone boys
    So pass the fruitcake on.

    It only comes round Christmas time
    By spring it's just half gone
    Even doused with brandy oh
    It lingers on and on

    So pass the fruitcake on boys... Aunt Dorothy is a dear one
    She sends one every year
    And when she visits in the summer,
    Well there's plenty still to share
    Oh pass the fruitcake on boys...

    The shiny fruit so red and green,
    The walnuts are so fine
    And all the mystery in between
    Her go ahead, take mine!

    Oh pass the fruitcake on boys... You can use it as a doorstop
    Or to prop the window high
    And two, they make nice bookends
    Or a tombstone when you die

    So pass the fruitcake on boys, Pass the fruitcake on
    We're not leaving till its gone boys
    So pass the fruitcake on!


  • 17. NEW NEW YEAR YEAR [Lyrics by Peter Berryman, Music by Lou Berryman]


    This year was, a doozy.
    The wolves were at the doors.
    The TV's been abysmal,
    and then there were the wars.
    Next year could be better.
    Time may prove me right.
    And next year starts tomorrow and tomorrow starts tonight.

    Happy new year,
    happy new new year year,
    Do the new year can can.
    Enjoy the sandman.
    Don't fear the catscan.
    Happy new year,
    happy new new year year,
    Cough up the co-pay.
    Nearly here, another year of
    Payday, mayday, sick day, snow day.

    Springtime hit the fogbank.
    Couldn't see much at all.
    Summer groped in darkness,
    and plummeted into fall.
    But through the gloom of winter,
    next year’s lookin' brite,
    And next year starts tomorrow and tomorrow starts tonight.

    Happy new year,
    happy new new year year
    Do the new year rehab.
    Pay up, the bar tab.
    Tear down the meth lab.
    Dump out the brandy.
    Nearly here, another year of
    Green tea, coffee, Pepsi, candy.

    If you don't like the kissin' that comes on New Year's Eve,
    And you dont' like the huggin', but you don't wanna leave,
    You better-not stand beside me, as they flip off the light,
    When next year starts tomorrow and tomorrow starts tonight.

    Happy new year,
    happy new new year year
    Watch out for sneezes.
    Steer clear of breezes.
    Know your diseases.
    Happy new year,
    happy new new year year.
    Buy sanitizer.
    Nearly here, another year of
    Eli Lilly, Bayer, Pfizer.

    Groundhog's day's a-comin'.
    It's april fool and then,
    You barely stow the snorkel,
    it's Halloween, again.
    And soon before you know it
    the whole year's wrapped up tight,
    And next year starts tomorrow and tomorrow starts tonight.

    Happy new year,
    happy new new year year
    Here's to the big clock.
    Bring on the tick tock.
    Don't touch the hemlock.
    Happy new year,
    happy new new year year
    Hip hip, hooray hey.
    Nearly here, another year of
    Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday
    Friday Saturday Sunday Monday

    Tuesday Wednesday Thursday. Friday Saturday Sunday. Monday Tuesday Wednesday.
    Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday tuesday wednesday. Thursday Friday Saturday.
    Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
    Saturday Sunday
    Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday.


  • 18. TREE [by Ilene Weiss]


    It would appear
    That my glory days are over
    I was standing in the colored lights
    Underneath a star
    Look at me now
    I'm lying in the gutter
    With not one person uttering
    "How beautiful you are"
    I was living in the nursery
    My family was around
    Somebody came
    With promises of silver
    And he severed my defenses
    And he moved me from my ground

    He knocked me down
    Then he dressed me up
    For the pictures
    That he posed me in
    And he looked at me
    So adoringly
    Til he knocked me down
    Again

    People walk by
    And they wonder how I got here
    Helpless and discarded
    Stripped of all my wealth
    Cut from my roots
    And to all the world a victim
    If I had a voice to tell 'em
    I'd say blame it on yourself

    'Cause you knocked me down
    Then you dressed me up
    For the pictures
    That you posed me in
    And you looked at me
    So adoringly
    Til you knocked me down
    Again
    Then you dressed me up
    For the pictures
    That you posed me in
    And you looked at me
    So adoringly
    Til you knocked me down
    Again
    Til you knocked me down
    Again


  • 19. CHRISTMAS 1899 [by Christine Lavin]


    On Christmas 1899
    A miracle occurred
    Between Broadway and West End Avenue
    On West 103rd
    A tiny babe was born
    To a surgeon and his wife
    A boy who would grow up to lead
    No ordinary life

    After the Navy
    he worked 10 years onstage in film for 20 more
    and by the day he died,
    you could say he was adored by people all around the world
    From Rome to Little Rock From the streets of Paris
    To this unpretentious block

    Fast forward to 1971
    That same stretch of real estate
    A 10 year old named Gary looks up from a book
    And says “it must be fate!
    He’s always been my idol
    And I had no idea
    When he was a kid like me
    Like me, he lived right here”

    Fast forward to 2005
    Young Gary is now a man
    He made some calls to city hall
    Then devised a plan
    He started a petition
    Told people what he had in mind
    Everybody wished him luck
    And everybody signed

    Fast forward to 2006
    A foggy day in June
    The politician said,
    “We are gathered here this afternoon to honor one of New York's sons
    who earned world-wide acclaim
    so this is not just West 103rd Street
    It now also bears his name

    So thank you, Gary Dennis (That boy who was 10 in 1971)
    Here’s lookin’ at you, kid
    We love what you have done
    Of all the boroughs of all the blocks
    You've made this one mighty sweet
    Between Broadway and West End Avenue on West 103rd Street . . .

    So I wish you a Merry Christmas
    though us romantic fools on earth would rather celebrate
    this date as as the day of
    Humphrey Bogart’s birth


  • 20. JUST ONE ANGEL [by Andrew Ratshin (as performed by Electric Bonsai Band w/Gwen Franz)]



    Every Sunday God wakes up to everybody's problems
    All those voices asking for forgiveness
    Half asleep he waves his hand to quickly mass absolve them
    Wondering why he constantly relives this
    I don't want to take that time away
    From someone who might really need a sign from God that day

    Angel Michael on his knees
    Trying to find the time to help us
    I don't need such expertise
    I could never be that selfish
    Isn't there a minor angel
    Not an angel one might miss
    I can talk to, I can turn to
    There to handle this

    Sunday morning in the choir
    I'm the one who's singing off key
    By my bedside in the darkness
    I will say my prayers so softly
    Isn't there a lonely angel
    Not an angel fully booked
    I can call on, I can sing to
    Someone overlooked

    Just one angel
    Just one angel
    Angel only I can see
    Just one angel
    Just one angel
    Watching over me

    Sometimes when my heart is full
    It makes me feel a bit frenetic
    Fallen angel takes the bullet
    Wouldn't that be so poetic
    Isn't there a private angel
    Unremembered, underused
    Second angel, No one's angel
    Someone God excused

    Just one angel
    Just one angel
    Angel only I can see
    Just one angel
    Just one angel
    Watching over me

    All those days and nights God slaved
    To give us creature comforts
    Why would we have free will
    If he thought we'd always call
    Maybe it's a lack of sleep
    That keeps him feeling vengeful
    Maybe he'd be sweet and soft
    If he could have his Sundays off

    Just one angel
    Just one angel
    Angel only I can see
    Just one angel
    Just one angel
    Watching over me