Coming Out on Christmas Day
(To the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing")
I intend to drop a bomb,
On my dear old dad and mom.
For this year, without a doubt,
Is the Christmas I come out.
First I'll get their full attention.
Then I'll drop a subtle mention
"Lovely tree, and by the way,
Some of my closest friends are gay."
That should do the job OK,
When I come out on Christmas Day.
Oh say can you see it now?
Watch my parents have a cow.
Or perhaps, if fate is kind,
They'll insist that they don't mind.
Then they'll say "We always guessed,
After all, look how you're dressed.
Seven earrings in each ear?
We're not quite that dense, my dear."
They'll be talking, anyway,
When I come out on Christmas Day.
Coming out to everyone
Makes the winter doldrums fun.
It's a noble thing to do.
Why don't you come on out too?
Make a choice, damn consequence.
Lift your voice, get off the fence.
Shout it from the highest roof
Gay is great, and you're the proof.
Make this Christmas bright and gay.
Come on out on Christmas Day.
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