--hark the herald angels sing

This is to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing". I think Naz and I did a pretty damn good job on it! Enjoy, people!

I intend to drop a bomb,
On my dear old dad and mom.,
For this year, without a doubt,
Is the Christmas I come out.

First I`ll get their full attention,
Then slip in a subtle mention:
"Tasty turkey! Perfect Peas!
Could someone pass (I'm gay) the cheese?"
That should do the job okay,
When I come out on Christmas Day.

Oh say can you see it now.
Watch my parents have a cow,
Or perhaps, if fate is kind,
They'll insist that they don't mind.

Then they'll say,
"We always guessed,
After all look how you're dressed,
One earring in your left ear,
We're not quite that dense, my dear."
They'll adore me anyway,
When I come out on Christmas Day.

Coming out to everyone,
Makes the Christmas doldrums fun,
It's a noble thing to do,
Why don't you come on out too.

Make the choice! Damn consequence!
Lift your voice, get off the fence!
Shout it from the highest roof:
"Gay is great and I'm the proof!"
Make this Christmas bright and gay,
Come on out on Christmas Day!

Lots of Christmas love,
Steph and Naz