in a one-horse open sleigh...well, that's not exactly how moderns shop here in California as the days until Christmas dwindle down. It's more like "racing through the streets in a big, honkin, elevated pickup truck". We don't have snow and we don't have any sleighs that I've seen in the last three one-half years since I took up residence in the Northern California climes. We don't dash either, we full-out gun it down the roadways, scaring small children, all pets, the elderly and the cautious. We do, however, on occasion and in an off-road vehicle "over the fields we go laughing all the way". Actually, it's maniacally laughing all the way, but that throws the rhythmn of the song off. There are no "bells on bobtails ring"ing, but there are some mighty big horns honking and our spirits aren't very bright but that's probably because we spend too much time in our big trucks and most of the citizens here don't think it's fun to laugh and sing the sleighing song tonight or any other time. Here we have gangs and they sing the slaying song--similar sound, completely different thought process and (pardon the pun) execution.
Maybe the crowd here would have a better time of it with "Here Comes Santa Claus", especially the part about pouting and crying and shouting. Then again, if I made that suggestion, maybe they'd just run over me with their big truck, hold up the
7-11, and as they were making their getaway, shout "and to all a good night". Ho, ho, ho!
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