I used to think that my parents let me out a lot, let me explore my own world on my own, let me discover and learn and scrape my own knees and learn my own lessons.<\/p>\n
I know now that they protected me.\u00a0 They made sure that there were things I never learned.\u00a0 Things that might have hurt me.\u00a0 Like the song about Dominick, The Italian Christmas Donkey.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What is this fuckery?\u00a0 I have never heard this in all my born days, and the song predates me by short whack of years.\u00a0 What in the HELL?\u00a0 Dominick the Donkey.\u00a0 I’ll be buggered.\u00a0 I mean, I thought Rudolph was goofy.\u00a0 Now, it turns out Santa’s got hisself\u00a0an ass.<\/p>\n
This sounds (and in the video below, LOOKS) like Mario and Luigi from Super Mario\u00a0Dance Revolution\u00a0have gotten together for a Christmas song.\u00a0 I’m still shaking my head here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hey! Chingedy ching (hee-haw, hee-haw)<\/em> This countdown of miscellaneous holiday terror would be incomplete without Dominick.\u00a0 It’s not so much nauseating as just stick-in-your-head irritating.\u00a0 (Chingedy ching!<\/em>)\u00a0 After one listen, you’d rather hire Mario and Luigi to work on your plumbing than sit through this on the radio again.\u00a0 Paisons?\u00a0 Really, Santa?<\/p>\n A pair of shoes for Louie \/And a dress for Josephine.<\/em> Yes, the words ‘Josephine’ and ‘Brooklyn’ rhyme.\u00a0 And that is bad.\u00a0<\/p>\n Go on, give it a try!\u00a0 After all, you know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen – but do you know Dominick?\u00a0<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nIt’s Dominick the donkey.<\/em>
\nChingedy ching (hee-haw, hee-haw)<\/em>
\nThe Italian Christmas donkey.<\/em>
\nWhen Santa visits his paisons \/ With Dominick he’ll be.<\/em>
\nBecause the reindeer cannot climb \/ the hills of Italy.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe labels on the inside says \/They’re made in Brooklyn.<\/em><\/p>\n