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Monday, December 17, 2007

A Treasury of Best-Loved Bolshevik Christmas Carols

by Mike Richardson-Bryan

Lenin Xmas O Come, All Ye Fearful

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas Would Look if Christmas Wasn’t an Outlawed Bourgeois Holiday

I Saw Mommy Snitch on Santa Clause

Over the River and Through the Woods, Our Jackbooted Thugs Will Still Find You

Let It Snow. Or Else

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. The Central Committee Says So. Do You Doubt the Central Committee, Comrade?

Santa Claus Is Coming to Town OF HIS OWN FREE WILL

Joy to the World (Except Ukraine)

All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth, and, if It’s Not Too Much Trouble, My Thumbs

Winter Wonderland (Siberian Marching Song)

Bolshevik Xmas

Mike Richardson-Bryan used to be a lawyer, but he's all better now. No, really. His work has also appeared on McSweeney's Internet Tendency, in the pages of Cracked, Stitches, and The Wittenburg Door, and recently appeared in The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007. He lives in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada with one wife and two dogs.