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A Christmas Song for Tormented Souls

No one writes real Christmas songs anymore — luckily there's “Fairytale of New York.”

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It is never fully explained in the song. Christmas Eve could be their first date or the anniversary of their courtship. Regardless, he and she entered the relationship with open hearts and high hopes. But the romance degrades quickly in a sea of drugs and unemployment, presumably. They turn on each other in a fit of name calling:

blockquote> em>You’re a bum br> You’re a punk br> You’re an old slut on junk br> Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed br> You scumbag, you maggot br> You cheap lousy faggot br> Happy Christmas? Your arse br> I pray God it’s our last /em> /blockquote>

Never fear. He and she reconcile in the end. Kind of.

blockquote> em>I could have been someone
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Patrick Hynes is an account executive with the consulting firm Marsh Copsey + Scott and the proprietor of the websites www.passionforfairness.com and www.crushkerry.com.

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