Well, I Tried.

Scene a forced march to burn off excess energy late morning perambulation through the neighborhood. The fog is burning away, and the sunlight is on its way to being bright.

A (singing at the top of his lungs to a tune which is a hybrid of "Just You Wait Henry Higgins", "Get Me to the Church on Time" and several Christmas carols): "SO YOU'LL BE MEAN / AND I'LL WALLOP YOU / AND THEN I'LL GET A CANNON / AND I'LL TAKE YOU TO THE CHURCH / AND LOCK YOU UP --"

J (singing intently, but softly): "And you'll be really nice, / and I'll play with you, / and we'll share our toys together / and we'll have a great time and --"

A (indignant): "No, no, NO. J! Be quiet! You're messing up my song!"

J: "But I'd like to sing about nice things."

A: "I'm singing about mean things. (sings twice as loudly as before) "SO I'LL BE REALLY MAD / AND I'LL BLOW UP YOUR HOUSE / AND I WON'T CARE AT ALL AS IT BURNS TO THE GROUND / HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING / GLORY TO THE NEWBORN KING . . . "