This is Christmas in my house, Welcome
And tradition tells me its gotta go.
All of it, back to their boxes and bags.
And I say a big bah humbug, grinch on you to whoever set this precedent. For they take away our glitter and sparkle, and bright shiny things and cookies and yummies and make us trade it for treadmills, and gym memberships and brussel sprouts. They turn off our Christmas music and turn up the make your resolutions, snikering all the way. Cause they know we don't have an ace in the hole when it comes to making good on resolutions. Good bye peace on earth and good will to all men, hello cold, dark, barren winter.
So long Christmas cards, hello tax forms. Geez, if you're going to take down Christmas at least give me a suntan, sandals and an ice cream cone. Christmas to summer, now that's a deal I'd cut. I think Ole Kenny's gonna make a gambler out of me yet, Cause I, "Know when to walk away and know when to run." Islands in the stream that is what we are, no winter in-between, how can this be wrong, sail away with me.... Christmas till July anyone? All in favor ante up.