Anti Christmas

christmas comes but once a year and thats too much for me ive never been a fan of sitting round a dead pine tree my favourite sweets are humbugs turkeys for the yanks and as for christmas crackers would i pull yours no thanks bing crosbys on the radio dreaming bout the snow and fat men in red suits and beards are everywhere i go the queen comes on the tv saying how shes had it rough then steve mcqueen escapes again and now ive had enough ill get my coat and take a walk the pubs just down the road but that is closed for christmas day so back to my abode an early night sounds good to me ill curl up with a book forget about this christmas thing its over now thank god