The Frinklin and Fred Show

Happy Winter Solstice, Everybody!

And Merry Christmas to those who observe! In keeping with Mediocre Fred tradition, I will once again reprint the lyrics to the song that symbolizes what Christmas means to me. That's right, it's "Percy the Puny Poinsettia!"

Percy the puny poinsettia
Hanging his bloom in dismay
If they had just kept him wetta
He’d be a houseplant today
Folks liked the other plants betta
Now he’s alone on the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
Shouldn’t spend Christmas Day by himself

Holiday shoppers would stop by the counter
And pick up a plant to take home
One at a time, all his friends were adopted
'Til Percy was left all alone

Percy the puny poinsettia
Hanging his bloom in dismay
If they had just kept him wetta
He’d be a houseplant today
Folks liked the other plants betta
Now he’s alone on the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
Shouldn’t spend Christmas Day by himself

Then into the store on the day before Christmas
Came a poor little girl who was cryin’
When she saw Percy, her eyes opened wide
And she said “Can I please make him mine?”

Now Percy the puny poinsettia
Is standing beside Mr. Tree
His leaves have never been redda,
He’s as proud as a flower can be

Somebody made him feel betta,
Rescued him off of the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
Shouldn’t spend Christmas Day by himself

Happy holidays, everybody! (Even Jemele Hill, about whom I have more to say. But not until next week.)