From: Daibhid Chienedelh
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Seasonal filk
Date: 24 Dec 2001 13:14:17 -0800


The scene: A white stage with illuminated steps and a staggeringly
unrealistic array of plastic pine trees covered in soapsuds and papier
mache. Down the steps towards the microphone comes Daibhid, wearing a
bow tie and a sparkly jacket, on which his array of Discworld and
other skiffey badges looks notably out of place. Walking past the band
(the Librarian, with an amusing misteltoe-on-a-spring headband, on
organ, Imp, in ceremonial Bardic robes, on guitar and
Death-as-Hogfather on drums) he picks up the microphone and, despite
the pleading from the crowd (who have just realised the doors are
locked) begins:

(Music, Mr Orang-utan, please!)

Have yourself a happy little Hogswatch,
Let your heart be light
From now on, Old Man Trouble will be out of sight
Have yourself a happy little Hogswatch,
Don't be cruel or mean,
Just make sure your meal doesn't contain a bean...

Here were are as in early days,
Nasty, churly days of old.
When the pigs would be sacrificed,
To eradicate the cold..

(Take it away, Big D!)

THROUGH THE YEARS YOU MAY ALL BE TOGETHER,
ONLY I CAN KNOW.
EVERY YEAR THROUGH FASCINATING WORLDS YOU GO
SO HAVE YOURSELF A HAPPY LITTLE HOGSWATCH...

HO. HO. HO.

All the best wishes for tomorrow to everyone on the group.