One of the chapters in Tales from the Turkey Table by Bill Allman explains the origins of the song My Baby's Going to Jail For Christmas. We made a quirky video for fun. Here are the lyrics: (prelude) Well, you went out one night in October, With a gun, and an old pair of my stockings. And you held up a convenience store. Then the po-lice came a knocking. (chorus) Weโll be wassailing in the snow, Hanging โneath, the mistletoe, โCuz my babyโs going to jail for Christmas. Weโll be drinkinโ all night long. Singing all those Christmas songs. And weโre happy that he wonโt be with us. (verse) Did you think, when you went inside Who would keep you warm on Christmas Eve? When you feel cold feet in your bunk at night. Baby, you know itโs your cellmate Steve. (chorus) Weโll be wassailing in the snow, Hanging โneath, the mistletoe, โCuz my babyโs going to jail for Christmas. Weโll be drinkinโ all night long. Singing all those Christmas songs. And weโre happy that he wonโt be with us. (verse) Ever think that youโd ask old Santy Claus, For a prison tattoo and a great big carton of smokes? Well your brother dropped by and he told me to ask. Honey, whatโs it like when you drop the soap? (chorus) Weโll be wassailing in the snow, Hanging โneath, the mistletoe, โCuz my babyโs going to jail for Christmas. Weโll be drinkinโ all night long. Singing all those Christmas songs. And weโre happy that he wonโt be with us. (spoken) Dear baby, Merry Christmas from jail. Iโve been punching out license plates, and waitinโ on your mail. And if you want that conjugal trailer to be a rockinโ, Could you put a shiv, in my stockinโ? (chorus) Weโll be wassailing in the snow, Hanging โneath, the mistletoe, โCuz my babyโs going to jail for Christmas. Weโll be drinkinโ all night long. Singing all those Christmas songs. And weโre happy that he wonโt be with us. (spoken) Uhhhhโฆ wait a minute, whatโs โwassailingโ? And why is my brother there? More often than not, thereโs room for one more at the turkey table in here. Theyโve locked me so far away, theyโre gonna have to feed me my Christmas dinner with a slingshot. Next year, when I get out, I swear. Iโm gonna ruin Christmas. Preview and purchase Tales from the Turkey Table at http://talesfromtheturkeytable.com/ Come learn more about Shared Visions Unlimited at https://sharedvisions.com/