I'm worried. It's 104 days to Christmas and all I can hear in my head is "Oh the holly and the ivy, WHEN THEY ARE BOTH FULL GROWN, OF ALL THE TREES THAT ARE IN THE WOOD, THE HOLLY BEARS THE CROWN, Oh the rising of the sun AND THE -" and so on. There has to be something I can do short of a lobotomy? I've occasionally got thoughts that are worth listening to, but the Holly and the Ivy doesn't think so. And before that, it was Sound Your Instruments Of Joy, because of the flaming Watersons. Mudcat, please help. Seriously, I'm contemplating making a time machine and finding it before it was written and stopping it's existence, which would mean that I wouldn't know any songs at a carol session in Sheffield. I'd rather not do that please.
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