If I Had A Million Dollars, I’d Buy You A Monkey

Christmas is a bit wistful this year. We won’t get to visit our relatives and a lot of our friends. There isn’t much under the tree. I hope for coal in my stocking, so I can burn it. But Christmas is cheering me up this year. Isn’t that sorta the point?

The spirit of the thing expresses itself if you let it.

To all my relatives and friends, including all my Intertunnel friends who have been so generous with their attention and praise and who’ve purchased furniture from my little store, and you doughty Amazon shoppers who’ve used our links and helped us out, we wish you laughter and joy, along with the peace of mind that the contemplation of the sublime can supply. Merry Christmas, every one.

PS: This song is chosen especially for my friend Bird Dog, who loves Napoleon Dynamite.

Update: Regular reader and commenter Sam L. requested the lyrics. We aim to please. So you aim, too, please. Or something.

Fall is here, hear the yell
Back to school, ring the bell
Brand new shoes, walking blues
Climb the fence, book and pens
I can tell that we are gonna be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park, by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
And look at all the bugs we’ve found
Then safely walk to school
Without a sound

Well here we are, no one else
We walked to school all by ourselves
There’s dirt on our uniforms
From chasing all the ants and worms
We clean up and now it’s time to learn

Numbers, letters, learn to spell
Nouns, and books, and show and tell
At playtime we will throw the ball
Back to class, through the hall
Teacher marks our height against the wall

And we don’t notice any time pass
We don’t notice anything
We sit side by side in every class
Teacher thinks that I sound funny
But she likes the way you sing

Tonight I’ll dream while I’m in bed
When silly thoughts go through my head
About the bugs and alphabet
And when I wake tomorrow I’ll bet
That you and I will walk together again
’cause I can tell that we
Are going to be friends