My version of THE CHRISTMAS SONG

Who roasts chestnuts on an open pit
Jack Daniels nipping at your throats
Annoying carols being sung by the kids
Why are they dressed like eskimos?
Everybody knows the turkey and the pumpkin pie
Help to make your stomach burn
Tiny tots with their fists full of junk
Will find it hard to stop their yearn
We all know regret is on it’s way
For all the drunk talk we’ve displayed
And every mother’s child is going to cry
To find out reindeer really don’t know how to fly
And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To each and every one of you
You’ve heard it before, and you’ll hear it again
Freaking Christmas, F you.

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