I enjoy singing Christmas Carols. O Come, O Come Emmanuel is my favorite. I guess that’s really a hymn, but here’s a secret: I’m not a music major, so I don’t know the difference.
But why are carols limited to Christmas? I don’t remember where I got it, but there was an article I read years ago that referenced Thanksgiving Carols. I only remember one song, and a line from another, but in the interests of making sure these gems don’t disappear forever, I will reproduce them here. If anybody knows who originally wrote them, please let me know so I can give proper attribution.
All I remember about the first song is that it is sung to the tune of “Good King Wenceslas,” and that the first line is “Good dish old coleslaw sat there/Once again uneaten.” That’s pretty funny. But the best song is the one I remember in full. It is sung to the tune of “O Holy Night” and it’s called “O Slippery Knife.”
O slippery knife, you slipped while I was carving
Now I’m in pain as my wife calls the doc.
O slippery knife, you skidded off the breastbone
I’m feeling faint, think I’m going into shock.
I now regret those hours at the whetstone
I now suspect I’ve lost at least a quart.
Press on the wound!
Cut off the circulation!
O knife so sharp!
O knife, my tendon’s shorn.
O knife so sharp,
O knife so sharp.
I hope this song can make you smile, as it has for me and my wife for years.