Christmas is the time of horror. At the latest when Aunt Trudi and Uncle Hans are philosophizing about God and the world again at the party and about all the food and stuffloosewhen full of drunkenness is really bad again, one wishes to be in a better place. So why not harden yourself for what will happen in the holy days?
For this reason, dear friends of the Night Gruft, we want to contribute to the Christmas horror with a small advent calendar and present you a special Christmas treat every day. Open a window each day on your Advent Calendar from the Crypt.
Today for a change something musical in the calendar from the crypt, Billy Idol seems to know the Christmas horror all too well
When I was a little boy
Here in London town
Seasons snow was falling on the ground
All the friends and family
Here on Christmas Eve
Gather round to dress
The Christmas tree
But daddy's down at the pub
Full of Christmas cheer
Probably won't come home
Until next yearOh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin 'at the Christmas tree
Santa's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin ', he's yellin'
At the Christmas treeAll right now yeah ...
Uncle is a sports fan
Granny likes a joke
But no one laughs when
Daddy's stumbles home
But he don't fall asleep
wah! The night was getting blackyou see, oh god
Dad had too much Jack
Oh lord!Every year is the same old thing
Like Rudolph's red nose
Telling this story will never get oldOh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin 'at the Christmas tree
Santa's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin ', he's yellin'
At the Christmas treeWell alright now yeah ...
Well alright now ...
Yellin 'at the Christmas treeSanta came down the chimney
But then he ran upstairs
Jumped into bed with Mommy
She didn't care
Across the room went the fruit cakes
Ah, the wreath came off the door
If these are holidays I can take no more
Every year it's the same old thing
Like Rudolph's red nose
Hearing this story will never get oldOh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin 'at the Christmas tree
Santa's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin ', he's yellin'
At the Christmas treeSanta's balls are jingling
Mommy's hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he don't hear 'em
He's yellin '
He's yellin 'at the Christmas treeWell alright now yeah ...
He's yellin 'at the Christmas tree
He's yellin 'at the Christmas tree
He's yellin 'at the Christmas tree
He's sleeping it the Christmas tree