Your wacko associative nexus appears to be wired almost as randomly as mine .. poor baby. Ah.. fond memories from days of innocence -
All I Want for Christmas is bin-Laden's Teeth
I Saw Mommy Dissing Santa's Claws
(why did he take off his suit, though?)
Chess Nuts Roasting on an Open Pyre
..and of course the song written for epicurean motorcyclists,
Me and My Shadow
Ok OK - I'll go