I present the following, entitled with snaps to Bro. 
Pilgrim: "I Know It's No Longer That December Holiday 
Celebrated Mainly by Christians -- No, This Isn't a 
Debate on Religion and XF -- But the Tune Fits and 
Everyone Keeps Talking about ScullyHair So I'm Filking 
a Holiday Carol Neeeeeeener"


to the tune of "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing"


Nun 1:
Harc!* the word sticks in my throat
On the new hair I don't dote
It's too skimpy; where's the floof?
Scully's stylist is a doof
O those days of pristine bob
I think good hair helps her job
I shall whine and I shall pout
Till this short do groweth out
Harc! my faith is shot to bits
"Orison" locks give me big fits.

Nun 2:
Harc! forget the clothes and shoes
With new hair, she cannot lose
It looks great, and even more
It's improved o'er Season Four
I saw one snip and not two
Ha you ig-nor-ant slut you
I see we cannot agree
Scully's 'do is meant to be
Harc! its praises still burn bright
Humbly I say that it's just right

Harc! join us, rise up and sing (unison)
We know hair is The One Thing
I'm awestruck; I sit and stare (nun 2)
Are you nuts?  There's not much there! (nun 1)
O I'm happy! Hair so swell! (nun 2)
Maybe if she used more gel...(nun 1)
It's a lasting fight round here
How we like coiffed Our Saint so dear
Harc! and we thought writing blew
Nun pain galore from Scully's 'do **


* to be pronounced like one is hacking up a hairball

** disclaimer: by her choice of title and lyrics, the 
filker means no insult to those of skimpy hair, floofy
hair, hairstylists, S4 Scullyhair fans, gel users, 
ignorant sluts, those who oppose the use of the word 
"coiffed" on general principle, neener nuns, or sufferers
of man and/or nun pain

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