X-Mas

merry freakin' Christmas and jingle all the way I'm really hating this time of year, what more is there to say except I'd like to sleep past new year, tucked away inside my bed if it wasn't for all these damned sugar plums that keep dancing in my head as far as I'm concerned saint nick can stay at his beloved north pole each time he passes by my house he always pockets my lump of Christmas coal but if Santa decides to come right down Santa Claus lane he better look both ways as it will be me laying in wait driving that run away, yule tide freight train but you should be good, you know for goodness sake well if I had Donner or Blitzen in my sights tonight I'd be eating a fat, juicy reindeer steak so as you throw away the used wrapping paper, searching for that gift you may have overlooked don't bother wishing me a happy holiday this year my Christmas goose is cooked