Submitted by J, L, CR & TJ MORRISON
I WISH YOU A MERRY JIHAD; I WISH YOU A MERRY JIHAD, and a dreadful new year.
Winter Festival songs approved by the EU-nuch countries of Western Europe:
THE TWELVE DAYS OF JIHAD:
On the first day of Jihad, the true slave sent to Thee
a dead partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Jihad, the true slave sent to Thee
two trembling dhimmis and a dead partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Jihad, the true slave sent to Thee
three Jacques Chiracs, two trembling dhimmis
and a dead partridge in a pear tree
On the fourth day of Jihad, the true slave sent to Thee
four calling Imams, three Jacques Chiracs, two trembling dhimmis
and a dead partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Jihad, the true slave sent to Thee
five Saudi Kings, four calling Imams, three Jacques Chiracs
two trembling dhimmis and a dead partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Jihad, the true slave sent to Thee
twelve dead Kafirs, eleven slain Jews, ten bleeding Copts,
nine virgins dancing, eight bin Ladens smirking, seven mullahs preaching,
six heretics burning, five Saudi Kings, four calling Imans, three Jacques Chiracs,
two trembling dhimmis, and the dar-al-harb in a pear tree.
THE NIGHT BEFORE JIHAD:
Twas the night before Jihad and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Osama the louse.
The AK-47s were hung by the chimney with care
In the hope that Arafat would soon be there.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should be seen,
A martyrs chariot and eight strapping mujahadeen.
A little old driver with a nose like a rat,
I knew in a moment it must be Arafat.
And more rapid than eagles the mujahadeen all came
As he shouted, On Goering, on Goebbels, on Abu Abbas, and each martyrs name.
And so into the house the mujahadeen soon flew
With RPGs, explosives untold, bullets to behold and Arafat too.
Merry Jihad to all, and to all a good night.
This is very popular in the Netherlands.
DECK THE HALLS:
Deck the halls with wreathes of folly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis no reason to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la,
Don we now our sad apparel,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Groan the ancient van Gogh carols,
Fa la la
la la
la
ITS BEGINNING TO LOOK LIKE JIHAD:
Its beginning to look like Jihad
Evrywhere you go.
Take a look in the five-and-ten, broken glass a-glisten again
With shattered bodies, stolen lives, pools of blood aglow.
Its beginning to look a lot like Jihad again.
.
Bombings every day
JIHAD BELLS:
Dashing through the streets, in a hundred-horse open dray
Over the dead bodies we go, shouting Allahu akbar all the way.
RPGs and AK-47s ringing, making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride chanting Allahs song tonight.
Jihad bells, Jihad bells, Jihad all the way!
Oh, what fun it is
THE LAWYERS JIHAD:
Twas the night before Separation of Church and State,
And all through the Courthouse,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Michael Newdow, the louse.
All the legal briefs were hung before the bench with care,
In hopes that Lynne Stewart would soon be there.
Then, to what my wondering eyes should be seen,
A mighty limousine with eight lawyers bursting with esteem,
The driver was old and dead, his lips turning blue,
I knew in a moment he was the ghost of the ACLU.
And more rapid than snakes and greasier than eels, the lawyers all came
As the driver shouted, On Cagan, on Stewart, on Ramsey-Clark and each lawyers name.
And so into the courthouse the lawyers soon flew.
Also high on the EU-nuch countries Winter Solstice list: All I Want For Jihad is Ariel Sharons Two Front Teeth and I Saw Jacques Chirac Kissing Osama Claus.
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