Awhile back, we did the playlist first-line poem. I’m adapting it for the Christmas season! Just in case you’ve never played, here’s how you do it:

Using your iPod, your MP3 player, your iTunes, your Windows Media Player, (set on Shuffle/Random) or Pandora.com or AccuRadio.com set to your Christmas music playlist, create a “free-form poem” by writing down the first line of a song, then skipping to the next song. Try at least 20 and see what you come up with—and feel free to arrange/group them so they make some kind of sense. (When you run out of “skips” on Pandora, just refresh the page.)

Here’s mine:
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It’s the holiday season—
Oh, by gosh, by golly, it’s time for mistletoe and holly.
The holly and the ivy. . .
Holly’s in the window!

I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way,
Over the river and through the woods—
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks.
I saw three ships go sailing by
In the little village of Bethlehem.

I don’t much care if I am the last in line to see
Frosted windowpanes, candles gleaming inside.
The snow is snowing, and the wind—it is blowing.
Oh the weather outside is frightful;
It’s a marshmallow world in the winter.

I pray on Christmas,
Seven days a week, every week of the month, and every month of the year:
I’ll be home for Christmas.
Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays!

I’m doing my Christmas dreaming a little early this year—
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
A snow covered house on a hilltop.
I believe, I believe.

I’ll have a blue Christmas without you.
I never will forget the station where we met,
The song that you sang so sweetly.
The flame we kindled hasn’t dwindled at all.
I really can’t stay.

Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, “Throw cares away!”
I heard the bells on Christmas Day:
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
The jingle bells are jingling, the streets are white with snow;
Old Mr. Kringle is soon going to jingle the bells that’ll tingle all your troubles away—
Sleighbells ring—are you listening?

It came upon a midnight clear,
The blessed dawn of Christmas Day.
There’s a new little boy in the neighborhood—
Jesus, Jesus, oh, what a wonderful child!

It’s the most wonderful time of the year—
Have yourself a merry little Christmas!