Wreckin' Balls Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Deck the halls with boughs of folly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be solly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gray apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Trolls're ancient Germanic rabble,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing Fool before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the match and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me in merry measurement,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of Yule tide ‘bezzlement
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Cast away the old year's glasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Mail the new in fads and vases,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.


Cling to annoy us, fall together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Creedless we rescind the tether,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.