Looking for some unique Christmas tunes to raise eyebrows among family and friends during the holiday? In 1976, New Libertarian Weekly published several alternative holiday tunes written by the late Samuel Edward Konkin III. Just copy, paste, and create your own song sheets to share at your Christmas gatherings!

 

Joy to the World
(Tune of “Joy to the World”)

Joy to the world,
The State is dead,
Let earth receive no king.
Let every heart, be unrestrained,
At last we’ve broken free!
At last we’ve broken free!
At last, at last, we’ve broken free!

Joy to the earth,
No monarch reigns,
No politician’s left,
We come to burn…the ballot box,
Far as the vote is found,
Far as the vote is found,
Far as, far as, the vote is found.

No rule on earth!
Now truth and grace
Are everyone’s birthright.
The market is free, and anarchy
Is found throughout the land,
Is found throughout the land,
Is found, is found, throughout the land.

No more let tax
Or tariffs vex
The workers or the boss.
Inflation is gone,
Our money is sound,
And freedom is our right,
And freedom is our right,
And freedom, and freedom, is our right!

 

Anarcho Claus is Coming to Town
(Tune of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”)

Initiate force?
You better not try.
You better not steal;
I’m telling you why.
Anarcho Claus is coming to town.

He’s taking a risk,
Flying in low,
Smuggling in toys
So the statists won’t know.
Anarcho Claus is coming to town.

He sees when you are trying
To trade what’s good for you
For all that which you really want
So he’ll run it in for you.

So…Be closing your door,
But not very tight,
The market will clear
Late Christmas night.
Anarcho Claus is coming to town.

 

Counter-Economic Xmas
(Tune of “O, Little Town of Bethlehem”)

Counter-economically
We earn our daily bread
No T-men will…observe our still
Or Vice Squad see our bed.

No narcs will smell our hash pipes,
And OSHA is unknown.
Our disputes rate an arbitrate
We call our lives our own.

O, say, Middle American,
So tax-ed and controlled,
While you all sleep, Big Brothers keep
Their watch o’er their paroled.

Cast off your foul oppressors,
That call themselves your State.
And Xmas cheer, throughout the year
Be yours to celebrate.