Last week I let loose with another stream of brilliant, or as my family calls them, awful puns. Somehow, in the ensuing conversation, the three of us ended up writing this together. This song is neatly adaptable, depending on who’s doing the groaning – it could be your son, daughter, true love, or anyone else who does not appreciate the higher forms of humor. Consider it a Christmas present from our family to yours. And yes, this song contains no actual puns. It’s all about the reactions.
The Twelve Puns of Christmas
(c) 2016 by Dan Schatz and family
At the first pun of Christmas, my young son gave to me:
- A shrug and a look of pity.
At the second pun of Christmas, my young son gave to me:
- Two massive eye rolls
A shrug and a look of pity
(Similarly)
- Three paces backwards
- Four dirty looks
- Five tortured screams
- Six Mommy! Save me!s
- Seven grudging chuckles
- Eight I can’t stand its
- Nine Dad, just stop its
- Ten I’m not listenings
- Eleven looks of horror
- Twelve Slamming doors
The Song and the Sigh 