Suddenly, my brain is singing Yule carols.

[xiphias]

Norse ones.

See, my brain is doing this to me. It's only changing one word, but it seems to work better.

O little realm of Niflheim
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.

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[papersky.livejournal.com]

One year when Z was, I think, five, he and carandol and I were putting out our nativity -- I think Z was arranging the penguins. Anyway, he was singing what he thought was a traditional carol but actually like yours had just two of the words changed:

God rest ye, merry gentlemen,
May nothing you dismay!
For Christ our saviour
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from sacred cows,
For we had gone astray,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!"

carandol and I both distinctly heard "save us all from sacred cows", and we've sung it that way ever since.

[rebmommy.livejournal.com]

funny, funny - as the election approaches, may we all be saved from sacred cows