Song for Santa (Jingle Your Own Damn Bells!) [Instrumental] - Sparkbird x Stephan Nance

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Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Stephan Nance - piano, vocals
Tim McLaughlin - bass, guitar
Merlin Showalter - drums, percussion
Mixing & mastering - Matt Greco, The Rye Room
Artwork & graphic design - Parker Williams
Lyrics:
Santa filled my stocking up with dust
And in my breakfast bowl
Nothing but a big chunk of pudding crust
Scraped from the bottom of Rudolph's trough
Most off-putting, gag-inducing
Oozing with a glowing red goo
That's not to say it's not okay to be a reindeer
Just the snot gets in the way of an already paltry meal
Reindeer themselves most elves feel to be our allies
Though there are those who fail to see
Their sight obscured by bigotry
Through the lens of intersectionality
The similarity between their and our captivity
Well, I for one have had enough
Of these power dynamics
I'm gonna cut in line to see Santa
Shut him up and give him a piece of my mind
Tell him who do you think you are?
Who do you think I am?
I'm not some ceramic garden gnome
I'm a living, breathing elf, man!
Man, oh,
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle your own damn bells, damn bells
Jingle your own bells
Tinker away at your toys
And fly your sleigh
Without exploiting the reindeer and elves
And elves, and elves
Old Saint Nicholas stuffs his ruddy face
With jumbo gelatin-laced marshmallows as big as mugs
And he chugs hot cocoa from gigantic jugs
And he makes a crude analogy to Mrs Claus's anatomy
How she puts up with his misogyny and stays kindly is a mystery to me
She's an inspiration to us all
Whenever Santa's at the mall
Our labor shifts from free to fair
She pays us out our proper share
She has her hubby's chefs prepare
A wholesome feast of vegan fare
And over cupcakes we compare notes
As we plan the revolution
Nutmeg and Holly volunteer to lead
The popcorn ball volley
Hopscotch and Foxtrot and their teams
Load up their slingshots
With royal riviera pears
And pairs of reindeer line the entryway
When Santa barrels through the door in the morning
Caterwauling carols, reeking of the sauce
And apple fritters
His weakened cognitive and motor skills
Leave him at a loss
At the sight of fruit in flight
Confections being tossed
In a moment, he is falling
Then caught by reindeer in midair
Wrapped up in tinsel
Propped up in his chair
Then the littlest elf hops up on his lap
And presents a big bright bow
And we're all silent as they stare at one another
Time stands still
Until the littlest elf
Slaps the bow on Santa's mouth
And says
"We've all had enough
of these power dynamics
Tired of waiting in line
It's our turn to speak our minds and say
Who do you think you are
To treat us like you do?
We're not claymation figures
We're alive
And every bit as good as you!"
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle your own damn bells, damn bells
Jingle your own bells
Tinker away at your toys
And fly your sleigh
Without exploiting the reindeer aand elves
And elves and
Reindeer with noses of color
Shouldn't have to work harder than all the others
Sleigh-guiding leaves them stressed
Get some LEDs and a GPS
And gender non-conforming elves
Shouldn't be ghettoized and made to work
Outside in the harsh conditions
In the groundskeeper positions
That you made up because you couldn't decide
Which assembly line to assign
Girls' tea party sets or boys' fighter jets
It's time you move beyond the binary
Integrate your factory
You'll find greater diversity
Makes for greater harmony
And you have the ability
To pay everybody equitably
And offer benefits
That extend to our families
Then Mrs Claus says
"Nick, we all deserve respect
you can learn to show it to us if you try
If you don't recognize their union
you can kiss yours and mine goodbye
"Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle your own damn bells, damn bells
Jingle your own bells
Tinker away at your toys
And fly your sleigh
Without your wife and the reindeer
And elves and elves
And elves!"
Nick acquiesced to our requests
Then in a week or so he resigned
And moved out to the guest house
And in his absence
We've been more productive somehow
Maybe it's because
Mrs Claus is Santa now!
Jingle bells
J-jingle bells
Jingle bells
J-j-j-jingle bells
Jingle bells
J-jingle bells
Jingle bells
J-j-j-jingle bells