Merry Christmas

The church bells tolled In the steeple, Loud and shrill, 'Midst the avalanche of people; The choir on the corner Sang of angels, babes, and sugar plums While shoppers, at wits end, Swore that they should never have come. Someone said, "Merry Christmas," The answer, "Yeah, right"; Brother, you've got to be a maniac To combat the crowds tonight; The bells keep ringing, Will someone turn them off? I'd rather be lazing by the fire In my comfy, toasty loft. Merry Christmas? I'll scream if I hear that again! The toy store line is a mile long And I am froze to the skin; Carolers, be quiet! I can't hear myself think: Let's see: if I work overtime all year, I can afford the new kitchen sink. Merry Christmas? What's "merry" about it? If I don't get that hefty bonus, I'll have a debilitating fit! Here I stand, Frozen and bruised, I could use something "merry" Before I explode a fuse. I admit, the shining lights Are appealing to me, And that dancing snowman Is really funny; There is a star Atop the bank Christmas tree, It blends with the dark, winter sky, It's a sight to see! As I behold the Christmas wonder, I smile; I feel warm, secure, and blessed, With a new vigor, a new style; I wish I could stay this way All year long; When I am perturbed, I'll sing a holiday song. "Merry" is what we need After the trees are gone; When the frigid winds howl, We will carry on; "Merry" is more Than holiday cheer; It'll make every day Christmas Throughout the year.