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*Silent
Night W/T Stylee*
(sing to the tune of Silent Night)
Wiccan night, magical
night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon cauldron, bubbling well
Sit two witches, as they cast their spell
Black and white cat by their side!
Black and white cat by their side!
Wiccan night, magical
night
Hell gods quake at the sight,
Glory sucked out poor sweet Tara's brain,
Willow then growled at her, "I owe you pain!"
Redheaded, green eyes gone black!
Redheaded, green eyes gone black!
Wiccan night, magical
night
Helping Buffy in her fight
Smootchies and snuggles and 'Under Your Spell'
Safe in our hearts they ever will dwell,
Walking through
life hand in hand
Walking through life hand in hand
*Deck
The Halls in a very saucy W/T Stylee*
Deck the halls with
boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don the vamp, her gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
In leather sings this Christmas carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
See the heaving breasts before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Lush cleavage when she sings the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Her evilness, we cannot measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Her sultry smile, we all do treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Your cheek, when with her, might get lick'ed,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Glint in her eye is ALWAYS wicked,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
She's always hot and "Kinda gay" ,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
I'd love her under MY tree on Xmas day,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
FA LA LA LA LAAAAAA,
LA LAAAAA
LAAAAAAAAA LAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*Rudolf
The Red-Nosed Reindeer W/T Stylee*
Tara The Shy Sweet
Wiccan
Had a very harsh family
All that she ever longed for
Was to escape and be happy
.
Her cousin, Dad and brother
Used to laugh and call her names
They never let poor Tara
Play her Mother's magick games
Then one day in
Sunnydale
Tara met Willow
They cast their spells most every day
"Shall we float a rose today?"
Then Tara's life
WAS lovely
Filled with Willow magickally
They'll always be remembered
As the sweetest couple on TV!
*White
Christmas in a W/T Stylee*
I'm dreaming of
a cute wiccan
Just like the ones that we all know
Where their lips are pouting
And there's no doubting
That Tara's just as sexy as Willow
I'm dreaming of
a cute wiccan
With every episode I view
May your love be as theirs is, and true
And may all your witches be cute too
I'm dreaming of
a cute wiccan
With every episode I view
May your love be as theirs is, and true
And may all your witches be cute too
*Good
King Wenceslas in a W/T Stylee*
Willow was a sorry
soul
After Oz had left her
She spent days just crying cause
They were not together
Depressed was she and just so sad,
In her lonely mind she'd dwell,
She even tried (unwisely too),
A 'Do My Will' disastrous spell.
Time went by, but
she still felt
Like something was missing
All alone and sad was she
With no one for kissing
Then one day without a thought,
Went she to Wiccan meeting,
Saw a shy girl sitting there
And so she smiled a greeting.
But then came The
Gentlemen
Bringing death and terror
Thought they'd triumph in their task
But they were in error.
Tara came to seek her out,
And they fled together
Joined their powers and their hands
Hearts stronger than ever.
And through time
their friendship grew,
To danger, they responded
Whether Glory, foe or Faith
Stronger ever bonded.
Oz, he came, and Oz, he went,
An "Extra Flamey" candle
They became a sexy pair
More 'cute' than you could handle.
Now their future's
not so sure,
There's been so much blame.
Tara's left and Willow's bad
Will they be ever be the same
Fans young & old across the earth
All need our hearts mending
We wait in hope and all pray for
A lovely happy ending.
*Frosty the Snowman in a W/T Stylee*
(renamed: Willow The Wiccan)
Willow the Wiccan
was a jolly happy soul
With her old spellbook and the Scooby Gang
fighting evil was her role.
Willow the Wiccan was a lesbian they say
Though she once loved Oz, he left her because
he couldn't keep his wolf at bay.
There must have been some magic in that
Wicca group she'd attend
For one day she met Tara there
she became her first girlfriend.
O Willow the Wiccan
was as happy as could be
Tara at her side, there to be her guide
through their magick mastery.
Abracadabra Abracadabra
Abracadabra Abracadabra
Look at Willow go
Abracadabra Abracadabra
Abracadabra Abracadabra
Casting spells just like a pro!
Willow the Wiccan,
had an argument one day
Her and Tara rowed, and their words were loud
Willow left and walked away.
Tara was crying, though down to the fair she went
Glory caused her pain and she sucked her brain
Something Will could not prevent.
She rushed her to the hospital
And the help that doctors bring
The verdict there, "24 hour care"
Will said, "She's my everything!"
So Willow the Wiccan
Took her lover home to stay
And she held her palm, helped to keep her calm
"Hear that babe? You're my always..."
Abracadabra Abracadabra
Abracadabra Abracadabra
See Willow do her part
Abracadabra Abracadabra
Abracadabra Abracadabra
For the girl who owns her heart!
*I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus in a W/T Stylee*
(renamed I Saw Willow Kissing Miss Maclay)
I saw Willow kissing
Miss Maclay
Underneath the mistletoe last night
They didn't see me stare
As they smootched there unaware
They thought that I was searching
through a spellbook up the stair.
Then, I saw Willow tickle Miss Maclay
Underneath her peasant top so white
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If I'd photographed the scene
Of Willow kissing Miss Maclay last night.
*Jingle
Bells in a W/T Stylee*
(renamed Casting Spells)
Dashing round the
town, on a broomstick night and day
Over roofs we go, grinning all the way;
Flamey candles shine, making spirits bright
O what fun it is to sing, a witches song tonight
Chorus
Casting spells, casting spells, casting all the way!
O what fun it is to ride on a broomstick night and day
Casting spells, casting spells, casting all the way!
O what fun it is to ride on a broomstick night and day
We tried to float
a rose, at first it went quite well
Then round the room it shot, until at last it fell;
Then to the Nether-realms, that place we went one day;
We helped switch back, a Faith-attack, and Buffy was ok
(sing chorus)
I tried to summon
light, to help Buffy when she slays
It should have been a ball, so useful in all ways;
But POOF! - a troll appeared, and with hammer he did smash
While we all tried to stop him Anya guarded all the cash
(sing chorus)
One day, so long
ago, your family came to town
Demanding you come home and causing you to frown;
They said your demon-half would make us all afraid
Your spell to hide, we all nearly died,
but together we have stayed
(sing chorus)
*Let It Snow in a W/T Stylee*
(renamed Please Don't Go. Willow sings this to Tara after
Tara realizes her memory's been altered in Tabula Rosa.
WARNING!: it's a bit sad and spoilery for season 6, so hankies at the
ready folks!)
Oh, I know my behaviour's
frightful,
And my dear, you're so delightful,
I'll miss you more than you will ever know,
So please don't go, please don't go, please don't go.
There's no sign
of my magick ending,
And I know that the truth I've been bending;
But my Willpower's ebbed way down low,
Please don't go, please don't go, please don't go.
If you finally say
goodbye,
How I'll hate fighting this on my own;
But you warned me each time, stating why,
That addicted to spells I had grown.
Now our love, it
just might be dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Please don't go, please don't go, please don't go.
*O
Come All Ye Faithful in a W/T Stylee*
(renamed O Tara, You're Gorgeous)
O Tara, you're gorgeous,
special and amazing,
The bestest thing so far to come to Sunnydale.
We all implore you, born a witch so powerful;
Refrain
Tara, let us adore
you,
Tara, let us adore you,
Tara, let us adore you,
Tara Maclay!
True is your love,
for the Rosenberg,
We see the melting way that you look at her;
If looks were actions, she'd be permanently naked;
Refrain
Sing, choirs of
Angels, sing in exultation;
Sing, Fred and Gunn and Wesley, Cordelia!
Glory to you, (but minus the brain-suckage!);
Refrain
See how the Scoobies,
hold you in their cradle,
Giving you the strength to slay a demon with an axe;
"NOBODY MESSES, WITH MY GIRL!";
Refrain
Poor, are we, for
we can ONLY watch you,
We cannott embrace you like your girlfriend can on-screen;
Who could not love you, loving her so dearly?
Refrain
Yea, Our Lord Joss,
we beseach thee DO NOT lose her;
Tara, to us, is magic fantasy made real;
We all beg of you, please place her in thy credits.
Refrain
*The
Night Before Christmas in a W/T Stylee*
(as seen from the perspective of Miss Kitty Fantastico)
**NOTE: anything contained in brackets thus: [[ ]] in the following
piece, is an aside to the audience, by the narrator. (i.e. Miss Kitty)
Twas a night like
most others, as all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
[[which was a shame, as I was kinda peckish!]]
Except socks had been hung on the fireplace with care
And a big tall green tree had been placed over there.
[[I think they said it was for a "mass of crist" or something]]
My owners had spent, days and days decorating,
While I tried to hide from them, always watching and waiting,
It was sparkly and twinkly, things hung off of its branches!
And I knew I'd climb up it, if I got any chances!
Then next to that big thing, on a table nearby
Was a plate of potato cakes that I'd like to try.
[["that kiss"?, "latkes"?, "that mess"?,
well I certainly didn't poop on the carpet!]]
And a shiny gold candlestick, with 9 holders for lights
[["for her"?, "bore her"?, "menorah"?
I dunno, I'm just a cat!]]
The shadows it cast caused such wonderous sights!
And finally there was a funny child's toy;
Which, when my owners spun it, they seemed to enjoy. [["dreidle"?,
"ladle"?, I couldn't see any soup tho...]]
But the BEST thing that evening, lay UNDER the tree
Boxes wrapped in nice paper, and they seemed ALL FOR ME!
So as soon as my owners fell soundly asleep,
I checked they were snuggly, then downstairs I did creep
I went under the tree and I sharpened my claws,
On its rough wooden trunk which felt nice on my paws.
Then I dove amongst boxes, with my tummy still hoping
For some lush choccy treats, so I ripped them all open!
But alas, when I looked through the fruits of my labour
There were clothes and cds, but NO cat treats to savour!
So I pouted, hissed loudly, in the mess I had made
Climbed the stairs to my basket,
and when there, simply stayed
I'd NO idea of the reason for candles, toy, cakes and tree
Not to mention those parcels, and then NOTHING for ME!
But AT LEAST I was helpful and left NO box wrapped tight
So I'm sure to be much-praised and loved after tonight.
(oh and before I must leave you, I forgot just to mention
an interesting thing that also nabbed my attention
for, as I was back in my basket and purring
something moved at the window, though my vision was blurring
as so sleepy was I, but I'd swear I'd have said
that the figure I'd seen was a man dressed in red!
with a flash of white beard, and a great bulging sack
which he happily carried slung straight over his back!
and as I slipped wonderfully into a dream
of me chasing mice, many plates filled with cream
I just might have heard someone shout "HO! HO! HO! HO!"
BUT!!! that could've been in my dream; I guess we'll never know!)
*Walking
In A Winter Wonderland in a W/T Stylee*
(renamed Walking In A Wiccan Wonderland)
Tara sings, are
you listening,
In the park, her eyes are glistening
A beautiful sight,
Their love is so right,
Walking in a Wiccan wonderland.
Gone away, was the
worry,
Time for fun, there's no hurry,
She sings a love song,
As they go along,
Walking in a Wiccan wonderland.
They were foolin'
round during the meeting
Then they said, "We have a book at home!"
Rushing out the door to do some research,
But it was just their chance to be alone.
By the bridge, guys
admired
Tara laughed, feelin' wired
She felt unafraid,
For the love that they'd made,
Walking in a Wiccan wonderland.
Tara, all the while,
danced for her lover,
Singing of the joy within her heart
Willow and her girl danced with each other
Spinning round and round, never apart.
Back on their bed,
as if by magic,
Tara rose, and sighed orgasmic,
They made love so true, just like we all should do.
Walking in a Wiccan
wonderland.
Walking in a Wiccan wonderland.
Walking in a Wiccan wonderland.
*The
Twelve Days Of Christmas in a W/T Stylee*
(re-named The Twelve Slays Of Christmas
[pun on the word "sleighs" is intentional])
*** THIS XMAS SONG IS MEANT TO BE SUNG
AT THE TOP OF YOUR VOICE, PREFERABLY
WITH MANY OTHER PEOPLE (who watch Buffy too! *g*)
On the first day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the second day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the third day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Three crusty minions, two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the fourth day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the fifth day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the sixth day
of Christmas I got, wrapped with a bow
Six Watchers watching,
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
Two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the seventh day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Seven Summers slaying,
six Watchers watching,
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the eighth day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Eight demons killing,
seven Summers slaying,
six Watchers watching,
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the ninth day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Nine vicious bunnies,
eight demons killing,
seven Summers slaying,
six Watchers watching,
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the tenth day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Ten vamps a-feeding,
nine vicious bunnies,
eight demons killing,
seven Summers slaying,
six Watchers watching,
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the eleventh
day of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Eleven Keys a-living,
ten vamps a-feeding,
nine vicious bunnies,
eight demons killing,
seven Summers slaying,
six Watchers watching,
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
three crusty minions,
two witches kissing
And Miss Kitty Fantastico!
On the twelfth day
of Christmas, I got, wrapped with a bow
Twelve Xanders Snoopydancing,
Eleven Keys a-living,
Ten vamps a-feeding,
Nine vicious bunnies,
Eight demons killing,
Seven Summers slaying,
Six Watchers watching,
FIVE GENTLEMEN!!!
Four Hellmouths,
Three crusty minions,
Two witches kissing
AND MISS KITTY FANTASTICO!!!!!!!!
*Santa
Baby in a W/T Stylee*
(re-named TARA BABY, and sung in a sexy voice by Willow to Tara)
Tara baby, slip
a spellbook under the tree, for me
I have been an awful bad girl
Tara baby, and hurry with the smootchies tonight
Tara baby, a broomstick
of mahogany too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Tara baby, and hurry with the smootchies tonight
Think of all the
pussy (cats) I've missed
Think of all the hotties that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be ohhhhhh so bad
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Tara honey, I wanna
get you hot and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel/devil all year
Tara baby, and hurry with the smootchies tonight
Tara cutie, there's
one thing I really do need, take heed
I have to have your lips upon mine
Tara cutie, and hurry with the smootchies tonight
Tara baby, I'm filling
up my stockings with sex, no Hex
Please dont vex with your tongue
Tara baby, and hurry with the smootchies tonight
Come and trim my
Christmas tree
With some really naughty lace lingerie
I really do so want you
Let's see if you really do want me
Boo doo bee doo
Tara baby, forgot
to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Tara baby, and hurry with the smootchies tonight
Hurry with the smootchies tonight
Hurry with the smootchies tonight
*The
Christmas Song in a W/T Stylee*
(Cert 15!!!!!!!!! WARNING! SLIGHT RUDENESS AHOY!!!)
Large breasts toasty
by an open fire
Willow nipping at your nose
Fingers entwined and lips are combined
It's more than enough to float a rose
Everybody knows a dildo and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tara, hot, with her eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
She knows that Santa's
on his way
He might bring lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
She dreams of getting something that vibrates
And so she puts on her stocking(s), and waits
And so I'm offering
this simple phrase
To ladies, twenty one to ninety-two
If you hold your lover on the 25th day
Merry Chrismas to you
And so I'm offering
this simple phrase
To gay gals from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
MERRY CHRISTMAS, TO YOU! :-)
*God
Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen in a W/T Stylee*
There was a witch
called Tara,
And Willow was her beau,
Their friends they were the Scoobies
Of that we all do know,
They'd save us from the dread Hellmouth
When evil's face did show;
O feelings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
They give me feelings of comfort and joy.
Into the life of
Willow
A blessed angel came.
Unto uncertain viewers
Maclay, it was her name,
How in that deadly Hush was born
A spark of love: a flame
O feelings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
They give me feelings of comfort and joy.
While so much died
around them
Their love, it slowly grew,
And left us all so awestuck,
At feelings brave and new,
So nearly, Oz stole hope away
But Willow's heart stayed true:
O feelings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
They give me feelings of comfort and joy.
Such struggles,
trials and hardships,
Our girls, they did fight past
Addiction, mental illness
We thought "they're safe at last!"
Then all our dreams were shattered
With a simple gunshot blast
NO feelings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
GONE were my feelings of comfort and joy.
Now to them both
sing praises,
All you who watched them do,
Their chemistry and magic
Enchanted me and you
But most of all we celebrate
A love, achingly true
O feelings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
They gave me feelings of comfort and joy!
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