‘Tis the season for Christmas carols, revised for philosophical accuracy, with explanatory links, just for fun.
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
But with therapy I think that I
Should recover and become all right.
Angels we have heard while high.
Jingle Bells, Santa smells,
And he’s got bad breath.
Oh, what fun it is to ride
Nude the sleigh of death.