Oh Goddess.

I am *sooooooooo* sick. I am _such_ a sick puppy. I blame this entirely on too much sugar at the holiday office party, too much holiday stress, and _way_ too little to do my last day at work before vacation. (I definitely need Santa to bring me an evil twin for X-mas so I'll have someone to blame these psychotic episodes on....)

O.K. Now, in the holiday spirit of a little newbie, baby DueSer [apologies if it's been done before!] I offer:

[*IMPORTANT NOTE!*: You MUST, *MUST*! sing it out loud-- and I mean *with feeling*!-- to get the proper effect!]

O.K.? 1...2...3...Go!

*Benny, The Red-Clad Mountie*

by Dianne T. DeSha
Cat.Goddess@pobox.com

Benny, the Red-Clad Mountie, (Mountie!)
Had a very wolfish dog, (Like a husky!)
And if you ever fed him, (Fed him!)
You could say he ate like a hog. (Jelly doughnuts!)

All of the other Mounties (Mounties!)
Used to laugh and call him names; (Like "Dudley"!)
They never let poor Benny (Benny!)
Play in any Mountie games! (Like Otter-Toss!)

Then one windy Chicago day,
Benny came to town:
"Now, my father's ghost to ease--
Paging Det. Armani, please!"

Then all the women loved him, (Loved him!)
As they shouted out with glee: (Oh, _baby_!)
"Benny, the Red-clad Mountie, (Mountie!)
You can come and stay with me!" (Lose the bedroll!)

Dianne
(hiding, quick, before the guys in white coats show up....)
Bright Solstice, A Cool Yule, Merry Christmas, and Happy Kwaanza to all!
Dianne la Mercenaire... -*- <cat.goddess@pobox.com>
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