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Have Yourself Another COVID Christmas

by Sunday Comes Afterwards

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ŝŭ As a quoigender enby, I especially love the last song as it is one of the few Christmas songs not just using the gender binary. It gives me gender euphoria! Favorite track: Grammar and Joy.
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Have yourself another COVID Christmas Minimize the threat Things are better but they aren't normal yet Have yourself another COVID Christmas Guess we'll keep it small No big dinners spreading all the aerosols Here we are, still in virus days Undesirous days, for sure Faithful friends who would room with us Now they Zoom with us, once more Down the line, we'll reach another normal As with most disease Colds and flu and other things that make you sneeze Still, have yourself another COVID Christmas, please
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I have a little virus It's made of RNA And people didn't stop it So now it's here to stay Oh, Covid, Covid, Covid It's made of RNA And people didn't stop it So now it's here to stay It also has some proteins With spikes that help it spread It's really kind of clever Too bad it wants you dead Oh, Covid, Covid, Covid With spikes that help it spread It's really kind of clever Too bad it wants you dead I’ve had two shots from Pfizer And a KN95 But xenophobe inciters They help the virus thrive Oh, Covid, Covid, Covid A KN95 Those xenophobe inciters They help the virus thrive I have a little virus It's made of RNA And people didn't stop it So now it's here to stay Oh, Covid, Covid, Covid It's made of RNA And people didn't stop it So now it's here to stay
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The End of Days is drawing near Time for judgment, awe, and fear. We’ve been good, but we can’t last, Please, Moshiach, hurry fast! Don’t need presents from my mum; Me, I want the World to Come! We can hardly stand the wait, Moshiach, don’t be late. “That was really nice!” “Thanks, Achiezer! That means a lot, coming from you.” “Thanks for asking me to join you!” “[sigh] To be honest...I’m having second thoughts about all this?” “I beg your pardon?” “Oh, not about asking you, you're great! But this song. What am I trying to do here? Is this supposed to be funny? Is it heartfelt? Is it sacrilege? Is it just an exercise in audio engineering?” “Oh, get over yourself!” “What?” “This is a cute little song parody, and you are way overthinking it!” “I guess…” “I know. Now shut up and let me show you how it's really done!” The End of Days is drawing near Time for judgment, awe, and fear. We’ve been good, but we can’t last, Please, Moshiach, hurry fast! Don’t need presents from my mum; Me, I want the World to Come! We can hardly stand the wait, Moshiach, don’t be late. We can hardly stand the wait, Moshiach, don’t be late.
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“God rest ye merry, gentlemen” The comma’s after “merry” The syntax is confusing— I would even say it’s very They teach this stuff in Sunday school Or maybe seminary With tidings of grammar and joy Grammar and joy Oh, tidings of grammar and joy The first four words express a wish For gentlemen—“God bless You all with merry qualities Of peace and happiness!” The gents are thus the targets of This heavenly largess Oh, tidings of grammar and joy Grammar and joy Oh, tidings of grammar and joy This blessing was recorded First in 1539 It’s doing pretty well for something That far back in time At least it’s more accessible Than New Year’s “Auld Lang Syne” Oh, tidings of grammar and joy Grammar and joy Oh, tidings of grammar and joy God rest ye merry, gentlemen Let’s close as we’ve begun And also rest the ladies, Who are surely not outdone The comrades and the enbies, Of all genders and of none Oh, tidings of grammar and joy Grammar and joy Oh, tidings of grammar and joy

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Remember how I hoped the "I'll Stay Home for Christmas" EP would be obsolete by this year? That was a nice thought. (If you haven't heard that one, it's in the sidebar!)

If I do another one of these next year, let's hope it doesn't need to be pandemic-themed.

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released November 28, 2021

Lyrics, vocals, ukulele, and production by Stevonnie Ross.
Cover art by CR Ross.

Thanks to Ankari, Aubrey Turner, CR Ross, Laser Malena-Webber, and Madison Metricula Roberts for advice and encouragement!

Thanks to my Patreon backers for enabling me in general. :-)

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Sunday Comes Afterwards Jersey City, New Jersey

Stevonnie Ross (they/them) is yet another geeky, ukulele-playing, folk/pop singer/songwriter.

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