Down at the shopping mall
There’s a lot of
bustle and fuss
As the registers ring
its beginning
To cost a lot like
Christmas
Down at the shopping mall
There’s a lot of
bustle and fuss
As the registers ring
its beginning
To cost a lot like
Christmas
They say that it’s the thought that counts
Rather than the size
of the gift
But if you decided to
give everyone your
Opinion in lieu they might
be miffed
We lost the true meaning of Christmas
Almost from the start
It’s become about
what’s in your pocket
And not what's in your
heart
Kind hearts are gardens,
Kind thoughts are roots,
Kind words are
blossoms,
Kind deeds are fruits.
But none of this
rubbish
Gets the bloody grass
cut
Are you wearing Christmas tights?
Adorned with a festive
motif
Well, if those long
festive limbs
Decorated with
Christmas motif
Were to entwine about
me
Then my resistant
would be brief
Are you a Christmas Fairy?
It’s just you’re a
little bit scary
And you also look a
bit weird
I think it’s the long
ginger beard
She had a very frustrating Christmas
Such was the
impression she exuded
Apparently, the gift
from Ms Summers
Was labelled
“batteries not included”