I came upon a bottle of Midnight Everclear, so I donned my gay apparel and joined the wise men, Goldie, Frank & Seth and Murray. We tried to deck the halls, but Holly wasn’t in the mood. Chet’s nuts were roasting on an open fire, and Jack Daniels was nipping at my nose. The Little Drummer Boy played with his pa rum papum pums, even when learning Good king Wence was lost. This year, I’ll be homo for Christmas.