Spare me the wrath of Christmas,
Eternally in springtime bliss.
And be free from dolls and cake.
For god’s sake haven’t we had enough?
Cheap foods and all that useless stuff.
Madness of mind would surround man, woman, girl, and lad.
Shop windows would break, for miss of red not Jesus sake.
Drunks would cry, small children die.
Royal gentle holiday does any like your majestic feast.
Carpet laid on table, dog and cat should moan.
Don’t dream at Christmas it’s all we have at home.