JanneCDC - because I have a one track mind and that mind is a very odd place,
I present to you: (all together now!) The Twelve CDC Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
A five thousand year old man.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Six claws a slashing,
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Seven bottles of merlot,
Six claws a slashing,
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Eight pairs of leather pants,
Seven bottles of merlot,
Six claws a slashing,
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Nine tubs of mangoes,
Eight pairs of leather pants,
Seven bottles of merlot,
Six claws a slashing,
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Ten orcs cavorting,
Nine tubs of mangoes,
Eight pairs of leather pants,
Seven bottles of merlot,
Six claws a slashing,
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Eleven cuddly sheep,
Ten orcs cavorting,
Nine tubs of mangoes,
Eight pairs of leather pants,
Seven bottles of merlot,
Six claws a slashing,
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Twelve clansibs chortling,
Eleven cuddly sheep,
Ten orcs cavorting,
Nine tubs of mangoes,
Eight pairs of leather pants,
Seven bottles of merlot,
Six claws a slashing,
Rich on a motorbike!
Four cute wee hobbits,
Three Fellowshippers,
Two Highland warriors,
And a five thousand year old man!

Athankya, thankya verra mucha!
~JanneCDC~

(Next day) JanneCDC - Eeeevil Denise! This is all your fault.

Good Highlanders beware,
You shouldn't go in there,
klynn has got the mistletoe
She's tying it everywhere with bows,
The girls have got the trip ropes out
There's traps and danger all about,
They'll pounce when you appear,
They'll pounce when you appear.

(Now Methos he well knows,
With peril, Christmas goes,
The girls want presents, big and small,
It's hell just trying to wrap them all,
You get it wrong, they'll look upset
But that is not the worst of it
Cos they'll hide all the beer,
They'll hide all the beer!

(This one is a bit ruder...)

Dancing Immortals are here
They're frolicking in the lobby!
The watching Clan give a big cheer,
This is our favourite hobby!

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o-oria!
We've had a lot of whisky!

First we come to our grave King,
He truly is a prize!
Since he won't dance we'll hear him sing,
And get lost in his eyes!

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o-oria!
We've had a lot of whisky!

And Wolverine just won't play ball,
He simply stands and glowers!
It makes no difference at all,
We'll all still need cold showers!

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o-oria!
We've had a lot of whisky!

The Elf is dancing with his swords,
Just watching has us sighing!
His talent leave us lost for words,
Or is that cos his shirt's gone flying?

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o-oria!
He's had a lot of whisky!

Rich is turning rather red,
He's embarrassed at how he's acting,
"I don't mind stripping off" he said,
"But the groping is distracting!"

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o-oria!
We've had a lot of whisky!

The Highlanders are just in kilts,
They're wearing their clan tartan.
They're flashing us with every tilt,
As the covering's rather spartan!

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o-oria!
They've had a lot of whisky!

Methos is in a Santa's hat,
Without it he'd be nude!
His head is not where it is at,
It's somewhere much more rude!

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o-oria!
He's had far too much whisky!

Glo oh o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o, oh o o o o o oria!
Thank goodness for the whisky!

~JanneCDC~

And then enters: lynnannCDC

God rest ye, merry Highlanders
let no one you behead.
Just have some haggis and some ale,
and take that wench to bed.

You'll know if foe is very near
that buzzing in your head.

With katana in hand you will survive
still be alive,
with katana in hand you are alive.

And more:

Deck the pool with crossed katanas
C D C C D C C D C

Snatch the kilts and red bandanas
C D C C D C C D C

Richie's drunk and kinda mushy
C D C C D C C D C

Let's all have a mango slushie
C D C D C Clan C D C

~(second verse - you really didn't think I'd stop at just one did you????)~

It's time to Par-tay, lads and lasses
C D C C D C C D C

Connor's making multiple passes
at each one of the Clan CDC

Duncan's hair is long and flowing
C D C C D C C D C

Methos' nose is really glowing
C D C D C Clan C D C

December 2004

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