John Hertz has rewritten a seasonal song and offered me the chance to post it here. It originally appeared in Vanamonde #606. John notes Lee Gold deserves credit for a suggestion incorporated into the final version.

Deck the mind with gosh and golly,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la la la;
Science fiction can be jolly,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la la la.
At its best it’s such a treasure,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la la la;
At its worst it’s no one’s pleasure,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la la, la, la.
 
See the Hugos bright before us,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la la la;
Let us not just speak in chorus,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la la la.
If poor work should be well-rated,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la la la,
Think what else was nominated,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la la, la, la.
 
Fast away the old year passes,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la la la;
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la la la.
Look out for what may be worthy,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la la la,
That due praise may not be dearthy,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la la, la, la.