In short
A comedic “12 Days of Christmas” performance recorded at Amundsen-Scott Station (South Pole), with playful, chaotic wordplay and station banter, ending with holiday greetings to viewers back home.
Guests
No real guests are identified. The “cast” appears to be station personnel/performers referenced by nicknames: Thomas, Miss June (runs laptop/recording and plays piano), Shugs/Shug, Mr. Kelly, Katrin (has the key to a “cage”), Bumbles, Zeke, Doc Chittings, Patrick, Jeepers, Reign it in/Doc, and “Fred.”
Key claims
It’s “safe to air” only with denial; it will spread holiday cheer; it’s being uploaded to cousin Jimmy’s TikTok.
Notable examples
“On the first day…” through “twelfth day” lyrics are repeatedly altered with absurd substitutes (e.g., “marshal in a mist tree,” “ice foot howls,” “baby kicks,” “buds are growing,” “broads of pumpkin”), plus jokes about penguins being “flat” and “Stop gawking at my boobs.”
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Chapters
Tap a time to open that second in VOThe Twelve Days of Christmas Song
0:45 to 6:57
The group performs a humorous rendition of the Twelve Days of Christmas.
“And it's getting tight Okay, we're all ready here, Mr.”
Closing Remarks and Holiday Wishes
6:57 to 9:00
The hosts share heartfelt holiday greetings and reflections.
“Twelve people watching, eleven people sitting, ten children, children, children, children, eight children, eight children, eight children, seven children, six children, five children, Ice feet.”
Transcript
Automatic transcript. May contain errors.0:00Oh, swell. I got the laptop up and running. Miss June is watching the levels and making sure everything records perfectly and will also play the piano for us. Hi, Shugs. Jeepers, this just means so much to me, everybody. Thank you for doing it. It's a sweet idea, Thomas. And I think it'll go over big back home. I'm still not sure why I had to be part of this merriment and jocularity. I wanted all of us to be included in this. You're all, well, gosh, like family to me. Hush now, Thomas. You're about to get me to have another cup apart Yo, no disrespect Let me start this thing already Katrin has the only key to this badass cage around my junk And it's getting tight Okay, we're all ready here, Mr.
0:50Kelly Okay, everybody Just like we rehearsed
1:01On the first day of Christmas The station gave to me A marshal in a mist tree On the second day of Christmas The station gave to me Two baby kicks And a marshal in a mist tree On the third day of Christmas the station gave to me three moist cells ew, two baby kicks and a marshal in a mist tree golly everybody stay focused on the fourth day of Christmas the station gave to me four Bruins went Three moist cells Two baby kicks And a marshal in a mystery
2:16Oh boy, back on track mostly On the fifth day of Christmas The station gave to me Five ice foot howls Says Bumbles on the sheet, Zeke Four Bruins wins Three more cells Two baby kicks Switch places with me please, sweetheart Uh-huh, and a marshal In a mystery Behave yourself Jeepers off the rails, you guys Okay, let's keep it wholesome On the sixth day of Christmas The station gave to me Six shows of sitcom Five eyes, foot, howls Bumbles You bronze kick ass, you know, for three more cells Two baby kicks And a marshal in a mist tree I'm going to save this if it kills me On the seventh day of Christmas, the station gave to me Seven buds are growing.
3:33Oh, come on. Six shoals of sitcom. Five ice foot howls. It's... Four Bruins. You know, thinking about them boobs. Is Doc Chittings larger or just me? Oh, my... Two cup-sized larger. Two baby kicks. And a marshal about to kick some ass. Tom, we've talked about this.
3:57Reign it in, Thomas. Come on, we can do this! On the eighth day of Christmas, the station gave to me... Eight broads of pumpkin. Not sure if that's suggestive or innocent for you, Patrick. Seven broads of grunt. Shout out to my cousin Jimmy. Six souls of sitcom. Five ice-floor howls. Still bumbles. Four Bruins wins. Three more cells. Two baby kicks And a marshal in a mystery Oh boy, here's where it gets interesting Bigs boys, you're up And may God have mercy on our souls On the ninth day of Christmas The station gave to me Oh, right Eight broads of pumpkin Seven buds are growing Six shots of sitcom Five Icefoot howls Little seacup maybe Even small demons Stop gawking at my boobs Three myself Two baby kicks He's a marshal gonna have to Smack a bitch Oh right boss sorry doc No amount of editing Let's just yeah On the tenth day of Christmas mess the station gave to me.
5:27Oh, I heard ten choo-choo's a-choo. Eight broads a-bunkin'. Seven buds a-growin'. Six shows of sitcom. Five ice foot howls. Bumbles. Four Bruins wins. Three more cells. Two baby kicks. And a marshal in a mystery.
6:00On the eleventh day of Christmas, the station gave to me eleven impudent children singing, ten choo-choo's just a choo-choo and a lot, eight buds a-bunkin', seven buds a-growin', six shows of sitcom, Five ice-foot howls Bumbles Four Bruins' wings Three voice cells Two baby kicks And a marshal in a mist tree Okay, gang, last one. Let's stick the landing. Means a lot to everyone back home. Shucks, means a lot to me. On the twelfth day of Christmas, the station gave to me... Twelve people watching, eleven people sitting, ten children, children, children, children, eight children, eight children, eight children, seven children, six children, five children, Ice feet.
7:20Four ruins wins. Three points of self. Two big kicks. And one. Five. Three. Are we done? Yeah. Bless your heart. I know the good Lord says to make a joyous sound. Y 'all were very joyous. Oh, you guys. You actually made it to the end. I'm so happy. We all are, Shug. And if that don't spread holiday cheer at the bottom of the world, nothing will. Anyone else feel like the penguins were a little flat? Look, no disrespect, but I can tell you who isn't flat, you know what I'm saying? Stop gawking at my boobs! Fred, I'm gonna need to see you outside the music room after this, please. Oh, I can't thank you all enough.
8:17God bless us, everyone. Thomas, are we sure this is safe to air? To air? If this ends up on the internet, I'm denying everything. I'm already uploading this to my cousin Jimmy's TikTok. You are dead to me. Let's make sure the people back home know we wish them a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Yule, and joyous Kwanzaa. Don't forget Festivus. Have a Festivus for the rest of us. Whatever you celebrate, have a wonderful, safe holiday season. From all of us at the South Pole. And scent. This has been a BMB production.
From the publisher
Thomas wrangles the team together to send musically beaut......well some music.....okay, they're not winning any Grammys with this; but it's good cheer and sincere wishes for all the folks back home from the South Pole.
