A/N: ...annnnnnd the authoress has now run out of funny (well, hopefully funny) things to say in her notes. :D Nevertheless...

Hello, once again! My excuses for not having posted this and other Christmiz carols/parodies earlier are given in "Grantaire, the Loyal Winecask" and "How Javert Stole Christmiz"...I don't really feel like typing them out again, and people may get annoyed at the repetitiveness if I copy and paste, so you can look there if you want more details.

Anyway...this carol is a bit lacking in the humor department, compared with the others...it's more serious, anyway...I'm hoping you'll enjoy it anyway, though...and for those who like to spice up their Christmas (or New Year's Day, as the case may be ::sheepish grin::) with Misérawesomeness, you can sing it just for the Miz factor if you choose to do so. :) (I hope that made sense...it was a lot more coherent in my brain... :P )

Disclaimer: I don't own the original carol ("It Came Upon the Midnight Clear") or "Les Misérables" or Enjolras...nor do I own "Do You Hear the People Sing?" (just in case you noticed the frequent usage of a similar phrase :D) or any of the other songs from the musical, some of whose titles/wordings I have borrowed.

Christmiz Carols:
It Came Upon the Barricade
(Sung to the tune of "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear")

It came upon the barricade—
That song of black and red—
From blond Apollo's entourage,
Who followed where he led.
The blood and song of angry men;
Tomorrow taking wing!
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the people sing.

Still through the mob he marches on,
With freedom's flags unfurled,
And still he hears the music float
O'er all the weary world.
Upon the lonely barricade
He stands, encouraging,
And ever over the battle sounds
He hears the people sing.

Yet with such inequality
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the people's song have rolled
Past ages full of wrong.
And man, at war with man, hears not
The freedom he will bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the people sing.

And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for here tomorrow comes,
So swiftly on the wing.
O fight with us for liberty
And hear the people sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By students long foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And everyone shall hear the song
Which now the people sing.

A/N: Review, if you'd be so kind! ...as a late Christmas present, maybe?

Happy Christmas-er, New Year's-to all, and to all a good night-er, evening!

~hollybridgetpeppermint