The Tenth Lesson and Carol

Do you, gentle reader, include yourself in that seventy-seven per cent of the population who expose themselves as once-a-year churchgoers by not being able to remember an entire Christmas carol? Fear not, Cinders, said she, you shall go to the Watchnight Service, for I bring you tidings of great joy - Invisible Woman's Universal Carol, which fools ninety-nine per cent of all known vicars.

It came about in this wise: some years ago, a Norwich chippie advertised "Deep Fried Battered Christmas Pudding (with Custard)" and it was revealed unto me, possibly by an angel, who can say, that these words can be adapted to fit almost any known carol tune (the custard, being in brackets, is optional).

'Deep fried battered Christmas pudding with custard' - repeat until all lines of Away In a Manger have been worked through, then try The First Noel.

'Deep fried battered Christmas pudding, deep fried battered Christmas pud' - Once in Royal David's City.

And my favourite:

'Deep fried battered Christmas pudding,

Deep fried battered Christmas,

Deep fried battered Christmas pudding,

Deep fried battered Christmas --

DEEP fried battered Christmas PUDding deep fried battered CHRISTmas pudding deep fried BATTered Christmas pudding DEEP fried battered Christmas PUDding deep,

Fried battered Christmas pudding (x 2)'

Merry dingdongs, one and all. Three o'clock on Christmas Eve will never be the same again!

 

 

 

 

 

posted on 23 December 2007 13:37 by thegalrita

Comments

23 December 2007 14:21 by Niecey

# re: The Tenth Lesson and Carol

Happy Christmas Pudding to you too. I hope 'The Archers' are behaving themselves this year :)
03 January 2008 12:54 by thegalrita

# re: The Tenth Lesson and Carol

Niecey, good to hear from you again, I have tried to read your blog but every time I click the link goes to the Kabeedies! Hope you and yours had a lovely Christmas. As for the Archers, it's all rather dull isn't it. Bring back Snatch Foster, I say. Shula could take out a contract on her father-in-law to be foully (or fowl-ly) done to death by a turkey accidentally dropped from the hayloft.
05 January 2008 17:15 by Niecey

# re: The Tenth Lesson and Carol

What a vision! A frozen one? :)

Helloo Galrita, a belated but happy, singing, folky merry year to you too. I thought it was just me getting diverted to the Kabeedies! Being referred to as the Next Big Thing, is not doing my diet any favours!

Just hope no one asks me to sing! Looking forward to more of your delightful dittying in 2008.