Christmas time is here by-golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don’t say when

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens
Mix the punch and drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother here we go again.

For at Christmas time you can’t get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
It’s all the reason to rob him more
The other three hundred and sixty four

Relations sparing no expens’el
Buys some useless old utensil
Or a matching pen and pencil
Just the thing I need...How Nice

It doesn’t matter how sincere it
Or how heart-felt the spirit
Sentiment will not endear it
What’s important is… the price.

Hark! The Harold Tribune rings advertising wondrous things.

God rest ye merry merchants now, ye make the ule tide PAY

Angels we have heard on high…Tell us to go out & BUY

SO

Let those raucous sleigh bells jingle
Hail our dear o’l friend Kris Kringle
Driving his reindeer across the sky

Don’t stand underneath when they...fly.. by.

                        By Tom Lehrer