Carol of the Hells

Not everyone is made of sugar and spice and everything nice. And “not everyone” will let you know it, every single time you try to force him/her to play nicey-nicey. Perhaps, as a peace offering or extortion piece, you may wish to incorporate the following into your holiday carol rituals. A single insect-ridden tune can often pacify the restless through two whole servings of fruitcake and perhaps even a stab at Good King Wenceslas, although not one soul on Earth remembers all the words.

From  Bug Girl’s Blog:

City cellars
Moldy cellars
We have just ventured down
To the basement to get things for Christmas
Lots of boxes, stacks of boxes
I think this one’s the tree
As we move them we’re likely to see…

Silver fish, Silver fish
Its Christmas time in the cellar
Centipedes, race with ease
Soon it will be Christmas Day.

To the tune of (of course) Silver Bells