Harry Edward Skarbo, alter ego, Yogi Yorgesson, wrote and performed this decades ago, I enjoyed and like to share my version.

Yingle Bells

My vife she says to me,
"Lets not drive the old Coupe;

Hitch up once again
the von horse open sleigh."

The horse vas awful mad,
If he could talk he'd say

"You'll be sorry
you hitched me to
a von horse open sleigh."

Yingle Bells,
Yingle bells,
yingling all the vay

It yust ain't like
it used to be in
a von horse open sleigh.

Yingle Bells,
Yingle bells,
yingling all the vay

I should have vorn
long undervear in that
von horse open sleigh.

Dashing through the snow
vit the cold vind in our face

I can't hold the horse,
he tinks he's in a race.

He kicks snow upon us,
it hits us on the chest

I bet that ve're the coldest Svedes
in the whole darn Middle Vest.

Yingle Bells,
Yingle bells,
yingling all the vay

My vife sure hates sleigh bells
since she rode that von horse sleigh.

Yingle Bells,
Yingle bells,
yingling all the vay

Ve're too old for riding
in a von horse open sleigh.

The night is awful dark,
can't see beyond my nose

I can't blink my eyes.
My eyeballs must be froze.

I can't hear my vife yell,
I can't see her face

I guess I must have lost her vhen
ve turned at Yohnson's place.

Yingle Bells,
Yingle bells,
yingling all the vay

I nearly caught pneumonia
in that von horse open sleigh

Yingle Bells,
Yingle bells,
yingling all the vay

I vouldn't make brass monkeys ride
in a von horse open sleigh!.

lyrics by Yogi Yorgenson