God Rest Ye Merry Transwomen

A song parody for the season.

Enjoy

Kate

God rest ye merry, transwomen
Let nothing you dismay
Silk, satin and crepe de chine
Have been purchased for today
To make us ready for the hour
When we go out this day

O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

In Montréal, in Canada
This blessed girl was born
And laid upon her recov’ry bed
Upon this blessed morn
To which her nurse Annie
Made her feel right at home

O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From Chirugie Plast-ique
A gre-eat surgeon came;
And unto all the women
Brought tidings of the same:
How he could help them come to know
What feeling normal meant.

O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then," said the surgeon,
"Let nothing you affright,
Tomorrow you will be reborn
And all will be made right,
To free you from the angst and fear
Of society’s scorn and fright”

O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

The women at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their trepidations
Behind them in the night:
And went to Montréal anon
To seek their life anew
.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

And when they came to Montréal
Where our dear surgeon worked,
They found him in the hospital,
Where the women there were nursed;
The patients all were giving thanks
For they had found their “cure”.

O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Now to Brassard sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and sisterhood
Each other now embrace;
This feeling of congruity
That nothing can replace.

O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy