CHRIS MOOSE HOLIDAYS BUY IT NOW!!
Chris Moose The Night Before Hannukah
Little Tree G-Gee It’s Warm Out Here
Daddy’s Roll The Toothfairy, Easter Bunny, Santa and God
Buy Me Something Clean Out The Attic
When Jesus Was A Kid Earthsong
CHRIS MOOSE
Up near the North Pole, where it gets real cold, A-E-F#m-E
There lives a great big Moose named Chris F#m-A-E7
One day he just stopped by Santa’s workshop A-E-F#m-E
To help Santa with his Christmas list. F#m-A-E7-A
Chorus: Chris Moose, Chris Moose, I’m a Merry Chris Moose!
Hi there Santa! Tell me what to do!!
Chris Moose, Chris Moose, a hairy, Merry Chris Moose!
I came over to help you!
Then he bumped a table that was a bit unstable
And a whole wall of toys started to sway, (CRASH!!)
It just missed two elves who might have hurt themselves
If they hadn’t jumped quickly out of the way
Chorus: Chris Moose, Chris Moose, I’m a clumsy Chris Moose!
That was an accidental thing to do
Chris Moose, Chris Moose, a hairy, Merry Chris Moose!
Sorry Santa, let me make it up to you!
So Santa said “Okay Chris, maybe some Christmas
You could help me bring the kids their toys
But I’ve got reindeer, to help me this year
And I wouldn’t want to scare the girls and boys!”
Chorus: Chris Moose, Chris Moose, I’m a jolly Chris Moose!
Oh Boy! Santa’s gonna let me pull the sleigh!
Chris Moose, Chris Moose, a hairy, Merry Chris Moose!
I’m gonna fly with Santa some Christmas Day!
Then late one December, I’m sure that you remember
When colds and flu bugs get inside our head
The flu bugs this year, infected Santa’s reindeer
And Santa had to tell them all to stay in bed
Rudolph said “Achoo!” cause, his nose was full of mucous
It was a sort of pink and luminescent goo
Prancer was wheezing and Dancer was sneezing
And Donner and Blitzen had runny noses too!
So it was Christmas Eve and no one could believe it
When Santa decorated Chris with Moosel-toe
His antlers full of lights, they took off through the night
And Chris sang louder than Santa’s “HO! HO! HO!” He said,
Chorus: Chris Moose, Chris Moose, I’m a Merry Chris Moose!
Flying over rooftops, pulling Santa’s sleigh
Chris Moose, Chris Moose, a hairy, Merry Chris Moose!
Helping out the reindeer on Christmas Day!
The story’s almost over, the deer are eating clover
They’re playing with the antelopes, out on the range
And Chris has painted his nose, it’s like a giant red rose
“Next time we go flying I won’t look so strange!”
Chorus: Chris Moose, Chris Moose, a very Merry Chris Moose
Yes Sir, Santa! I can pull your sleigh!
Chris Moose, Chris Moose, a hairy, Merry Chris Moose!
Merry Chris Moose to you this Chris Moose Day
Merry Chris Moose to you this Chris Moose Day F#m-A-E, D9-F-A-(E)-A
Written by Peter Alsop, ©Copyright 1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Chris Moose Holidays – www.peteralsop.com
LITTLE TREE
Once upon a time, in a big forest, there was a little pine tree
who knew that she was special. Her name was Little Tree.
“I’m special!” she would say to the older trees.
Rabbit came by to visit her. She was Little Tree’s best friend.
“Squirrel says you’re nuts Little Tree! He says you’re just like
every other tree in the forest!”
“Nu-uh! I’m special!”
She’d known it in her heart, ever since she was a pine cone!!
Now Little Tree grew in the shade of Old Grandfather Ponderosa,
one of the tallest and wisest of trees.
“Everything on Mother Earth is special Little Tree! Every bear
and every ant, every blade of grass has it’s own special story, and your story,.”
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful Grandfather, but why are you
telling me this?”
“A-hem! Because you are a tree, Little Tree, so your story will be
like the story of other trees. You will grow in the Spring rain, and you will
feel the Summer Breeze dance through your new needles. Your branches will
hold nests for Jaybird and Wren. And in the Fall, when the frost is on your
bark, your trunk will protect Beetle, and give Spider places to spin her webs.
In the Winter, when the snow makes a blanket around you, your roots will be
a home for Mole or Gopher. And after a long time, you will die and decay and
turn back into the earth, to nourish other plants and trees. That’s just the way
it is.”
“Nu-uh!” No one had ever talked to Grandfather like that!
“Nu-uh! I’m not sure how yet, but I know I’m special!”
“Ahem! Well Little Tree, you are special, but even your special story
is connected to all the other stories of Mother Earth. Listen to the Earthsong.
It will remind you.”
“I don’t hear any ‘Earthsong’ Grandfather!”
“Shhhhh! Listen to the voice of the wind.”
Little Tree listened as hard as she could, but she didn’t hear anything.
“Eh, what are you doing Little Tree?”
“I’m listening to the wind! Now be quiet so I can listen better!”
“I can hear the wind! I have great ears. You don’t even have ears,
you’re a tree! How do you expect to hear the wind!?”
“I can hear you, can’t I? I listen like a tree listens! Now be quiet or go
away.”
“Okay!” Rabbit decided to nibble a sprout.
That’s when Little Tree heard it. It was faint at first, then it got louder.
“Pine Tree, Jaybird, Wind, and Moose, Bear and Otter, Wolf and Goose”
“I heard it Rabbit!! In the voice of the wind. I heard the Earthsong!
It sang my name!”
“I heard it too! What’s it mean Little Tree?”
“It means I’m special Rabbit!”
“I hear Winter comin’, that’s all I hear!” Squirrel interrupted.
He was digging a hole to bury an acorn. “Winter’s comin’! Leaves are fallin’!
Then it’s chrismisseevie!”
“What’s chrismisseevie?”
“It’s a people-word for ‘cold outside’. I know about people. They’re nuts!”
“You think everyone is nuts, Squirrel.”
“Well I’m right when it comes to people and their famileevies!” Squirrel
dropped his acorn into the hole and covered it with dirt.
Jaybird squawked from up on a branch, “What’s a famileevie?”
“It’s a gang of people with a couple of big ones, and some noisy little ones
who run around alot! When chrismisseevie comes, famileevies come to the forest
with an axe, and they chop down a little pine tree just like Little Tree here!! Then
they take you home and put you in their house and hang little colored sparkly,
dangly light thingys all over you!”
“They pick out one special tree?”
“Yep! I’ve seen it! So be careful, or a famileevie might come and make a
chrismisseevie tree out of you!!” Squirrel left without saying ‘goodbye’.
“That was kinda scary!”
“I don’t know Rabbit. I might like being a special christmaseevie tree!
It would prove to all these other trees that I was special wouldn’t it! Well, if a
famileevie comes into the forest, I’ll get them to take me home!! Wow, maybe that’s
my story, to be a chrismisseevie tree someday! Maybe that’s why I’ve always felt
special!”
The days got shorter and the air became crispy. Leaves turned brilliant
orange, red and gold, and the wind swirled them onto the chilly forest floor.
Most of the birds flew away to warmer places in the south. Jaybird stayed.
One morning after the first snow had fallen, she flew up and landed in one of
Little Tree’s branches, flapping and squawking!
“Mmmuggh-lie! Mmmuugghlie rrrr-cmmigg!”
“What’s the matter Jay bird? I can’t understand you!” Jaybird dropped
the plastic bag she was holding in her beak!
“People! Little Tree, there’s a famileevie in the forest looking for a
chrismisseevie tree, just like Squirrel said! They’ve got an axe and they’re headed
this way!”
“But, ... but I’m not ready!!”
“Look, I brought some sparkly plastic to decorate your branches, so
they’ll notice you!”
“Oh thank you Jaybird! Hang it on one of my twigs! Look! Here comes
Rabbit!”
“They’re coming up the hill! I’d love to scare them away, but I’m too scared!
I’ll miss you Little Tree! Good-bye!”
“Good-bye Little Tree!! Bye! Bye!” And they left Little Tree alone,
as the people came closer and closer.
“I’ll stand up as tall as I can, and stretch out my branches, so they’ll pick me
to be their chrismisseevie tree! Oh yeah, it’s a famileevie alright, with two big people
and two noisy little ones, just like Squirrel said!. And that big one’s got a long stick
with a metal piece at the end! That must be the axe they’re gonna use to chop me
down! I wonder what it will be like to leave the forest?”
The people stopped right in front of Little Tree. Then one of the little
ones spoke.
“This one would make a good Christmas Tree Dad!”
“That’s a good one alright.” The big person reached up and removed
Jaybird’s plastic bag from Little Tree’s branch and put it in his pocket.
“Ahh, it amazes me how people can leave trash around in a beautiful
place like this.”
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe they ought to pick a
different tree!”
“Yes, this is a nice one, but let’s hike up a litte further and look around.”
And they left.
Little Tree couldn’t believe it!
“What happened?!! They were all ready to take me home and they
just left me here!!. They even took my plastic decoration, so now I’m not
special at all!!”
She was so sad she started to cry. Sap ran down her trunk. She was
miserable!! And then she heard it again.
“Raven, Spider, Crab and Snail, Catfish, Heron, Pond and Whale”
“The wind isn’t even blowing and I can hear the Earthsong. Maybe the
Great Spirit is trying to tell me something. But what? What is it?”
Rabbit ran up to her! “You didn’t go Little Tree! You’re still here!
I’m glad you’re not special!”
“She is special Rabbit!” Grandfather Ponderosa’s voice boomed
through the forest.
“You needed more decorations!”
“She doesn’t need decorations Jaybird, she needs organization!
If you’re not organized, you never get anything done, right Grandfather?!”
“Those who are always busy organizing their lives, Squirrel, cannot hear
the Earthsong. When you believe that The Great Spirit takes care of you, then you
find your own story.”
“In all deference, your majes-tree Sir, we need to get organized to survive!
Where would I be if I didn’t gather nuts for the winter, huh?!”
“A-hem! Do you not see Squirrel that gathering nuts is part of a squirrel’s
story. What good would it do for a dragonfly to gather nuts? The bears do not get
organized before they hibernate for the winter, and everyone gets a cave. And seeds
have no one to tell them how many branches to grow, yet they grow to fullness
without being organized, because they know their own story.”
“I know I’m special Grandfather, but maybe if I wait for the Great Spirit
to help me find my story, then I won’t have to try so hard to be special.”
“No one knows what surprises The Great Spirit has for us, Little Tree!.
That’s the wonder of life!”
“The famileevie! They’re coming back!” Rabbit was always the first to
hear things.
“I’m outta here!! I don’t want to end up as no chrismissevie tree!”
“I’m all out of decorations!”
As the people came over the ridge, Little Tree heard the small one say,
“There she is Dad! The best tree in the whole forest!“
“Okay! If this is the one you want.”
They stopped quietly right in front of her.
“I can’t believe this! Are they going to make me their chrismisseevie tree
after all? And here comes the big one with his axe! At least I think it’s an axe. I’ve
never seen one before, but I know an axe has a long handle and a metal piece on one
end to do the chopping! This is it! I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid! Goodbye Rabbit!
Goodbye Squirrel and Jaybird! Goodbye Grandfather!”
One of the little ones shouted, “C’,mon Dad just do it!!”
“Okay, here goes!” the big one said.
“Be careful with that shovel dear!” the other big one said. “We don’t
want to hurt her roots! If we’re going to dig up this little tree and replant her in
our front yard and decorate her this Christmas, she’s gonna need all her roots!”
“I’m being careful! Don’t worry, she’ll live for a long time and grow
to be part of our family.”
“What’s this?!! That thing is a shovel, not an axe!! They’re going to
dig me up and take me home with them!! They’re not going to chop me down!
ALLLL - RIIGHT!!”
Little Tree was so excited, she thought she might explode into little toothpicks!
One of the little ones pointed to Grandfather Ponderosa and asked,
“Will our little tree get to be as tall as this one?”
“She will if we take good care of her!”
“And when we grow up and have our own kids, we’ll come home for visits,
and we’ll decorate her every year, and she’ll be our very own special family
Christmas tree forever!“
Little Tree felt the earth around her roots being loosened carefully, then
she was gently lifted up as the family of people wrapped her roots in a blanket.
She heard her friends off in the woods.
“Goodbye Little Tree! Bye”
“Hey, you’re not nuts!! Good luck”
“We’ll miss you! You were right! You are special!”
“A-hem! Fare well Little Tree! Have a wonderful story, and remember that
we love you too!”
As Little Tree was carried slowly out of the forest, the family sang to her:
“Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, much pleasure doth thou bring me!
For ev’ry year the Christmas Tree, brings to us all both joy and glee,
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, much pleasure doth thou bring me!”
Little Tree knew that now she was part of the people’s story. And she knew
that she would grow tall and strong and old with them. “I will give this famileevie
shade in the Summer, and they can decorate me with shiny lights to celebrate their
holy days in the Winter!” And she heard the Earthsong in the voice of the wind again.
“Rabbit, Clover, Owl and Bee, Redtail Hawk and Great Salt Sea
Pine Tree, Jaybird, Wind, and Moose, Bear and Otter, Wolf and Goose”
And she knew that her own story was still unfolding, and that it was
part of the Great Story of Mother Earth, for we are all connected to each other!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
THE GIFT
I know what I want for Christmas
I wrote to Santa long ago
There’s only one thing on my list
Just listen Mom, please don’t say “No!”
I’m sorry you got mad last night Mom
I’m stubborn, just like you, and strong.
You show me how to do things right, an’
You hug me tight when something’s wrong.
I love the things you do, such as,
At bedtime when we read a book.
An’ you don’t yell when you get mad,
You just squint your eyes and look
But when you cough, I think you’re choking.
I get so scared, I have to say,
For Christmas Mom, would you quit smoking?
Throw your cigarettes away?
Don’t burn out in one great big blaze
Or I’ll make my squint eyes at you!
I need you here for lots more birthdays.
Don’t quit for me Mom, quit for you!
Someday I will have some kids.
And they’ll need “Grandma hugs” a lot.
I need you too Mom, I’m your kid, and,
Well, you’re the only Mom I’ve got!
Your eyes filled with tears last night
When I threatened, “I’d smoke too!”
I feel fears each time you light up
I wish that you would feel scared too
Listen Mom, ’cause I’m not joking
I don’t want toys on Santa’s sleigh
For Christmas Mom, would you quit smoking?
Throw your cigarettes away!!
I love you Mom, so please, quit smoking,
That’s all I want on Christmas Day.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
DADDY’S ROLL
Do ya really want t’eat that Dad? C
If you do, you’ll just get mad G-C
We’ve been through this all before, y’say you’re C
Full, n’then y’eat some more G-G7-C
Cho: My Daddy’s roll, is outta control C-G
Hangs over his belt, like a candle that’s melted! C-F
My Daddy’s roll, is outta control! G-G7-C
You buy health food when you shop
But we don’t wanna eat what you eat, Pop
We know your self control is bad
So we’ll finish off your ice cream Dad,
(Just to help you stay healthy!)
Chorus: My Daddy’s roll, is outta control
Our hands are full, whenever we pull,
On my Daddy’s roll!! It’s outta control!
This morning he jumped out of bed
Looked in the mirror, then he said
“I’ve got ‘Dunlop’s Disease’ real bad!
I ‘done lopped’ over my belt!” (Oh Daaaaaad!)
He sucks his stomach in real far F-C
As he offers me half of his candy bar Dm-C
He holds his breath as his face turns red F-C
He was out of air when I said, G-G7
Kid: My, my Dad! What a big chest you’ve got!
Dad: (holding breath) All muscles!
Kid: Can I stick my finger in your bellybutton??!
Dad: NO! Hey! NO! Don’t do that! Cut it out!
Kid: Well I think I found the secret release button here Dad! Look!
Dad: Stop right now or I’ll, ....(huge release of air with giggles & flop)
Kid: Wow! Dad, is THAT all YOU!!
Dad: Now look what you’ve done!
Help me pick this up and tuck it back in here!!
So work out Dad, it’s not too late
Push yourself away from your plate
Y’say “I’m gonna trim this roll off me!”
Then y’sit down and watch T.V.!
Chorus: My Daddy’s roll, is outta control
Sometimes he tries, to exercise
But my Daddy’s roll, is outta control!
You make fun of yourself, it’s true!
But your roll doesn’t bother anyone but you!
If you need to cry ‘cause you’re feeling sad
I’ll give you a hug, cause I love you Dad
Chorus: And I love your roll, tho’ it’s outta control
Hangs over your belt, like a candle that’s melted!
My Daddy’s roll, Is outta control!
My Daddy’s roll, Is outta control!
Written by Peter Alsop, Copyright 1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Chris Moose Holidays and Songs On Recovery & Addiction – www.peteralsop.com
CHRISTMAS CHEER
Dashing through the snow, to the liquor store D-G
We ran out of alcohol, we’re going to get more! (Oh boy!) G-A-A7-D, A7
Dad has had a few drinks, he’s really got a load D-G
HEY!!! Look out Dad! Boy! You almost ran us off the road! Oh! G-A-A7-D, A7
Chorus: Christmas cheer, Christmas cheer, I hate when someone drinks! D-G-D
Grown-ups just act stupid and their breath, it really stinks! Yeah, G-D-E7-A-A7
Christmas cheer, Christmas cheer, taste it, you’ll throw up! D-G-D
If I have to drink at Christmas, I would rather not grow up! G-D-A-A7-D, A7
That was pretty scary, that was pretty close!
Dad has had so many, he’s got Rudolph’s big red nose!
He runs into the store, grabs a six-pack off the shelf
Then he chugs another one to calm his Christmas self, Oh!
Chorus: Christmas cheer, Christmas cheer, I hate when someone drinks!
Grown-ups just act stupid, they should pour it down their sinks! Oh,
Christmas cheer, Christmas cheer, taste it, you’ll throw up!
If I have to drink at Christmas, I would rather not grow up!
Mom is in the kitchen, with the family recipes
Brandy in the eggnog, and the Christmas pudding please!
She’s baking Christmas cookies, rum balls for us all
Christmas isn’t Christmas without the alcohol!
Chorus
If I have to drink at Christmas, I would rather not grow up!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©Copyright 1994, Moose School Music, (BMI)
On Chris Moose Holidays and Songs On Recovery & Addiction – www.peteralsop.com
BUY ME SOMETHING!
I’m just a little kid, with a mouth beneath my nose G-G#-A7
When someone takes me shopping, this is how it goes, it says D7-G-D7
Chorus: Buy me something, something, something! G
Buy me something, something, something! G
Buy me something, buy me something, G
Buy me, buy me, buy me, buy me, G
Buy me something, pleeeeease!! G-D7
Even if I have one, my mouth says “I need two!” C-G
And if Mom tells me “No!” here’s what it will do, ... it says A7-D7
Chorus
We’re s’posed to look for presents for my family G-G#-A7
But my mouth doesn’t care about anyone but me! It says D7-G-D7
“One of these! Or one of those! Or that one over there! C-G
Hurry! Buy me ANY-thing! I don’t really care, just” A7-D7
Chorus
My parents really hate it, they have to count to ten
They say they’ll never, ever, ever buy me things again!
I’ve really got a problem, my mouth just loves to shop!
Maybe YOU could buy me something, THAT might make it stop
(Spoken: Wha’d’ya think? It’s worth a try! D7
You could prob’ly save a cute little kid from getting killed
by an angry parent! Look it’s not my fault if my mouth
has some kind of rare shopping compulsion, is it?
You could just put it on your charge card?
Then you won’t have to pay right away?)
Chorus (more manic)
I’m going crazy, I can’t stand it G-A7
Please DON’T make me leave this store, empty-handed!!! C-D7
Chorus
Dream Sequence
Buy me something expensive, something new A-E-D-A
Spend lots, don’t be a cheapskate, or I’ll get mad at you D-A-E
Buy me things of great value, stuff to save A-E-D-A
I want giant collections of ev’rything ever made! D-A-E-E7-A
Written by Peter Alsop, Copyright 1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Chris Moose Holidays and Songs On Recovery & Addiction – www.peteralsop.com
WHEN JESUS WAS A KID
It’s Christmas time again and the mall is really weird
Everyone gets stressed out Christmas shopping every year
I have to stop and wonder, looking at my Christmas list
When Jesus was a kid, would He be doing this?
I know He was a baby, but did He ever cry?
Did Jesus wet His diapers or were they always dry?
Did He use a bottle before He used a cup?
Did Jesus throw things on the floor for Mary to pick up?
Did Mary ever spank him? Does the Bible say?
Did Jesus scream and holler when things didn’t go His way?
I know He was a baby, but I wonder what He did
When He was about, my age, ... when Jesus was a kid?
Did He have birthday parties? I like to think He might
But then I have to wonder, well, like, who did He invite?
Were there other kids in bathrobes who played tag the way we do?
Was He bummed out when His birthday gifts said “Merry Christmas” too!?
Did Jesus put on sunscreen, or did He wear a floppy hat?
Living in a desert, you can sunburn, (snap!), just like that!
And He prob’ly hated eating “camel milk with mushy peas”
Or can Saviors just get out of eating gross things when They please?
N’He prob’ly hoped His Dad would let Him have a B-B gun
I mean His father Joseph, you know, not the other One
It’s not like it’s a war toy, Jesus wouldn’t hurt a flea
And He’d never point at anyone, He’d be as safe as me!
And if His mother found it, she wouldn’t make a scene
She’d NEVER hide it in the attic, no, she was NOT that mean
He wanted “Peace On Earth” and “Good Will” to kids
I mean He was a kid Himself, so I’m sure He really did
We fight wars and we spill oil, we mess up the sand
I bet a kid like Jesus prob’ly wouldn’t understand
He’d see us Christmas shoppers trying hard to close our eyes
To the homeless people sleeping near expensive stuff we buy
I might be wrong, but I’m a kid too, so I might be right
If we asked that kid Jesus, “Is all this stuff all right?
Can we buy Christmas spirit if we spend lots of dough?”
Well I think that kid Jesus, would just say “No!”
Christmas isn’t about shopping, it’s about the way we care
It’s thinking “What would that kid Jesus do if He was here?”
So if some kid you know, messes up some thing they did,
Remember, Jesus was a human too, when He was a kid
Acting like a kid at Christmas, should not be a sin
Remember when we do it, we’re only acting just like Him
So this Christmas, let’s just BE NICE to each other, don’t you see?
When Jesus was a kid, He was a lot like you and me!
When Jesus was a kid, He needed love like you and me!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1991, Moose School Music (BMI)
THE NIGHT BEFORE HANUKKAH
Twas the night before Hanukkah, all through our home,
Not a creature was stirring not even Jerome.
Jerome is our cat, and he stays up all night,
But he had chicken soup, so he was sleeping all right.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of latkahs danced in their heads.
Our menorah was burning, it never expired.
Mama was snoring, but I wasn’t tired,
I turned on the TV and watched the light shine,
And rejoiced ’cause the remote control was all mine!!
When what to my wondering eyes was produced,
But a miniature sleigh being pulled by a moose!
An incredible shot! A remarkable zoom!
As the moose and the sleigh burst into my room!
Right through the screen! There was glass all around!
But I had the remote, and I turned down the sound,
So no one woke up, there was no one to see
That Santa was standing there right next to me!
He was dressed all in red from his head to his toe,
And he said “Happy Hanukkah!” as he brushed off some snow.
I said “Santa, you busted my new TV set!”
He said “Well, the moose hasn’t quite got the hang of it yet.
He’s new, and he’s just filling in for the deer
His name is Chris, he’s just helping this year.”
“Y’can’t slide down my chimney? It that cause I’m Jewish?”
He said, “TV’s are cleaner, and my suit, it’s brand newish!
Naww, I don’t do chimneys, they’re really too tough.
I got stuck once that way, and once was enough!”
“I was dangling there, so I started to shout.
The kids hung on my legs ’til I fin’ly popped out!
I was really embarrassed, what with my reputation?
I figured, ‘Nick, take a break! You need a vacation!’”
“But I didn’t quit, I’m not one of those rookies.
I thought, ‘Just loose some weight, cut down on the cookies!’”
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
He acted and looked like my old Uncle Jerry.
The beard on his chin was as white as the snow,
But he had long white curls where his side burns should grow.
The smoke drifted up from his pipe by his ear.
I said, “Santa, we don’t allow smoking in here!”
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
And his pipe disappeared, “No problem!” he said.
“I just wanted to leave your kids a few things!”
He sat down with his pack and he pulled a few strings.
There were kid’s books and toys and a dreidel of course,
And a couple of tapes, and a carved wooden horse
And some chocolate coins covered in gold
“That’s Hanukkah Gelt!” Santa said, “So I’m told!”
Then he fixed my TV with a jerk of his head!
“I could leave the kid’s stuff at the end of their bed?
Or maybe there’s stockings? Or a Hanukkah bush?
You tell me where. I’ll get up off my tush!”
I said, “Right here is fine, but hey, I’m a Jew!”
Santa said, “I visit Muslims and Hindu kids too!
It’s Quanza and Solstice! It’s Holiday time!
Hey, ... Could my moose have a latkah before we start flyin’?”
“We’d better get going, or there’s people we’ll miss
Sour cream on the side, then let’s hit the road, Chris!”
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, he shouted “Here goes!”
“Yes, people are people, who cares where they pray?”
Then into the TV they melted away.
And I heard him exclaim as he faded from view,
“Season’s Greetings to all!! Happy Hanukkah too!!”
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
G-GEE, IT’S WARM OUT HERE!
G-Gee, it’s warm out here
I th-think I have to sweat!
My sh-shoulders feel sloshy
And my feet are g-getting wet!
My c-corn cob pipe is drooping
My t-top hat doesn’t fit
My kn-knees are kinda shaky
I think I’d b-better sit
I might have a fe-fever
I’m not sure what to do
C-Call a Doctor? C-Call a Vet?
Find some ice cubes and some g-glue?
Or c-call up B-Ben and Jerry?
They helped me out last year
I’d w-wish you M-Merry Christmas, but
G-Gee, It’s Warm Out Here!
I’d w-wish you M-Merry Christmas, but
G-Gee, It’s Warm Out Here!
G-Gee, It’s Warm Out Here!
I better g-go, I’ve over stayed
I th-think I wet my snow pants
M-maybe we could find some shade?
I can’t c-come and play here
If there isn’t any snow
And you k-kids know where it’s at
So we’ve gotta let the g-grown-ups know
That the ozone layer’s mi-missing!
And no one seems to care!
That n-none of us will m-make it
If we d-don’t clean up the air!
I hate to m-melt away like this
I n-need your help, it’s clear
I’d w-wish you M-Merry Christmas, but
G-Gee, It’s Warm Out Here!
I’d w-wish you M-Merry C-Christmas, but
G-Gee, It’s Warm Out Here! Bye!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
I BELIEVE YOU
When you tell me you are scared
I will listen ’cause I care
I remember bein’ scared too
So when you tell me, I believe you
When you’re angry or you’re sad
Even if you’re feeling bad
I remember feelin’ bad too
So when you tell me, I believe you
Maybe I can help you with an idea
Maybe I know something that’ll make things clear, or
Maybe I won’t know what to do
But I can be a safe place, and I believe you
When I was a kid, I cried
Had a secret deep inside
But the grown-ups could not see
I thought “Something must be wrong with me”
So when you tell me you are scared
I will listen ’cause I care
I remember bein’ scared too
So when you tell me, I believe you.
When you tell me, I believe you.
When you tell me, ... I believe you.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1992, Moose School Music (BMI)
THE TOOTH FAIRY, EASTER BUNNY, SANTA AND GOD
Back when Dad was little, in prehistoric time
The Tooth Fairy would take his tooth and leave my Dad a dime
That’s ten cents a tooth! I don’t know how my Dad survived
Now with the cost of living, don’t you think it’s worth a five?!
There’s an old story, almost everyone believes
About the Tooth Fairy trading money for their teeth
When a story has some spirit that touches you
You can hold it in your heart and make it true.
The Easter Bunny leaves an Easter basket by my head
I pig out on jelly beans when I get out of bed!
Too many choc’late eggs, and I start to feel sick, an
Think, the Easter Bunny gets these things from a Chocolate Easter Chicken!
There’s an old story, almost everyone believes
About the Easter baskets that the Easter Bunny leaves
When a story has some spirit that touches you
You can hold it in your heart and make it true.
Santa fills my stocking with games and Christmas toys
It’s amazing he’s so quiet, he never makes a noise!
But why live at the North Pole where it’s freezing cold all year?
He could get a place in Malibu, go surfin’ with his deer!
There’s an old story, almost everyone believes
About how Santa visits on Christmas Eves
When a story has some spirit that touches you
You can hold it in your heart and make it true.
I used to think that God should stop by, just to say “Hello!”
But then that never happened, so how’m I s’posed to know?
I guess I know, ’cause when I stop, and take the time to feel
My life just goes much better, that’s how I know God’s real
There’s an old story, almost everyone believes
About a God whose love for us never ever leaves
When a story has some spirit that touches you
You can hold it in your heart and make it true.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
PASS IT ON!
Pass it on! Ah-choo!
Pass it on! Ah-choo!
Don’t be stingy, Pass it on! Ah-choo!
Someone thoughtful thought of you
When they gave you the flu!
So don’t be stingy, Pass it on! Ah-choo!
Whenever someone sneezes
Out into the air
They spray a million germs on you
Because they like to share!
Especially if they’re sick
We should thank them, I suppose
Because they are so gen’rous with
The contents of their nose!
Chorus
Now if you cover up your mouth
Ev’rytime you sneeze
Well that seems kind of selfish
You’re not sharing your disease!
Someone gave you THEIR germs
And now you just won’t share,
We thought that you liked us
Please show us that you care!
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
CLEAN OUT THE ATTIC
My Great Great Grandpa made his own leather bag E
Back when he was still young E-B7
And it’s been in our family for one hundred years B7
Handed down from father to son B7-E
It’s bottom is torn, and it’s stained and it’s worn E
With the secrets of family affairs E-E7-A
But we don’t throw it out, it stays in our family A-E
In a chest in the attic upstairs. B7-E-Esus4-E
Cho: Clean out the attic, let in the light A-E
The skeletons there will go dancing all night B7-E-E7
The ghosts that we hear are the ancestors cheering A-E
Cause our kids won’t inherit their woes B7
So clean out the attic, some things need to go! B7-E, A-B7-E
My kids carry baggage from me and their Mom
They load their own bags everyday
So why would I pass on my Grandpa’s old bag
When it’s just one more thing in their way
All bags have beginnings, and middles and ends
So for Christmas this year it’s my goal
As a gift to my kids, I’ll take Grandpa’s bag
And bury it deep in a hole!
Clean out the attic, let in the light
The skeletons there will go dancing all night
When the everyday pains of the old family chains
Have really gotten too tight
Then clean out the attic, go dancing all night!
Clean out the attic, let in the light
The skeletons there will go dancing all night
The ghosts that we hear are the ancestors cheering
Cause our kids will have room to grow, so
Clean out the attic, some things need to go!
Clean out the attic, let in the light! B7
Then all of us kids can go dancing all night! B7-E, A-B7-E, A-B7-E, A-B7-E
Written by Peter Alsop, ©Copyright 1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Chris Moose Holidays and Songs On Recovery & Addiction – www.peteralsop.com
EARTHSONG
Our song starts with a child’s birth
We’re taught that people rule the Earth
But ev’ry creature has a song
That we can’t hear if we’re too strong
For those with paws and fins and wings
Each knows the song it’s family sings
The wind, the river, trees and clouds
Cannot be heard if we’re too loud!!
All together, open hearts
In harmony we sing our parts
When all of Nature sings along
Then we hear the Earthsong
Rabbit, Clover, Owl and Bee,
Redtail Hawk and Great Salt Sea
Mountain Lion, Thunderstorm,
Redwood, Cactus, Rice and Corn,
Raven, Spider, Crab and Snail,
Catfish, Heron, Pond and Whale
Pine Tree, Jaybird, Wind, and Moose,
Bear and Otter, Wolf and Goose
Kangaroo and Manatee,
Cobra, Shark and Chimpanzee
Butterfly, Volcano, Moss,
Turtle, Beetle, Albatross
Dove, Giraffe, Gazelle, Baboon,
Snake, Gorilla, Mouse, Raccoon
Rose and Tiger, Porpoise, Ant,
Buffalo and Elephant
The promise that a sunrise brings
Is one more chance to dance and sing
The child helps the grown-up see
We need more balance musically
So ev’ry creature, raise your voice
Each holy day we all rejoice
And celebrate how we survive
The Earthsong is the song of life.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1994, Moose School Music (BMI)
