(Of course, I don't own any of them. Except perhaps Grantaire, as much as one owns a cat).
(This was inspired by an especially weird day in my brain, in which I decided that the Amis carolling would be highly amusing. But, of course, they need songs to sing. This one came to me, as most of my ideas do, in the shower. You may imagine them however you wish. Perhaps all rosy-cheeked, singing just for you, on your lawn. Ahhh…I'm not sure how they got Enjolras to be there. But he is.)
And here we have it, an MT1 Christmas special. So, without further ado…Les Amis!
Les Amis:
We wish you a merry new regime,
We wish you a merry new regime,
We wish you a merry new regime,
And a bloodless revolt.
Bad tidings we bring,
To you and your government
Bad tidings of revolution,
In the new year.
Combeferre: …maybe we shouldn't tell them when we're going to do it?
Oh bring us some gunpowder
Oh bring us some gunpowder
Oh bring us some gunpowder
R: And a cup of good wine!
Others: (glare) No!
We won't go until we get some
We won't go until we get some
We won't go until we get some
So bring some out here.
M. Gillnormand: (holding a cocked pistol) You want gunpowder!
(as they run off)
We wish you a merry new regime,
We wish you a merry new regime,
We wish you a merry new regime,
And a bloodless revolt.
(There, not only is it seasonal, but it's non-religious, as well! Unless you count being a Mizzy as a religion. I have been known to call ol' VH God, myself :D)