Hark the herald …

Thought this was cute.

Courtesy of The Windy City Slickers…
(Sung to the tune of “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”)


I intend to drop a bomb,
On my dear old Dad and Mom.
For this year without a doubt,
is the Christmas I Come Out!

First I'll get their full attention,
then slip in a subtle mention…
“Lovley tree! and by the way…  some of my closest
friends are… gay.”

That should do the job ok.
When I come out on Christmas Day!

Oh say can you see it now.
Watch my parents have a cow.
Or perhaps if they disguide,
they'll insist that they don't mind.

Then they'll say “We always guessed.  After all
look how you're dressed! Seven earings in each ear?!
We're not quite that dense my dear!”

They'll adore me anyway.
When I Come Out on Christmas Day!

Coming Out to everyone,
makes the Winter doldrums fun!
It's a noble thing to do.
Why don't you Come on Out too?

Make the choice, damn consequence!
Lift your voice, get off the fence!
Shout it from the highest roof,
Gay is great and you're the proof!

Make this Christmas bright and Gay.
Come on Out on Christmas Day!