Best Song Lyricholiday Poems
Note: To the tune of "Little Drummer Boy"
Come, they sold me, to Macy’s this year
The perfect gifts await for holiday cheer
I’ll push and shove my way through the crowd
Cuss if I don’t succeed, for crying out loud
Stomp on feet of shoppers with my heels
Clear a path to line's front as everyone reels
Bent o’er in pain they grouse, “Who is this cruel witch?”
And I scream back to them in a very high pitch
To reach fine gifts I create travesty
Then single-handedly grab the last Nativity
Baby Jesus is smiling at me
What have I done to find Thee
Done to find Thee
Sadly, I glimpse back at those I’ve attacked
And hand the manger scene to one farther back
The truest gift we find is not on the shelves
We’ll never find this gift within our lost selves
If we forget to share the holiday joys
With shopping schemes and ill-conceived ploys
Make way for kinder shoppers courteously
To find the greatest gift called humanity
Just leave the shops behind and visit your church
And bow before His grace from the pew as you perch
Baby Jesus is smiling at me
For now I’ve found Thee
Now I’ve found Thee
Bells will be ringing
Blaring inside my head
Another Christmas is upon us
Welcome's a Holiday Hell
In stores for hours looking for that special gift
Everything's picked over, knowing you should of started in September
In line for another hour
Surrounded by people who act like they have the holiday cheer
Snot nose children are crying
Wanting things they don't need
Parents last nerves are pinched
No money in wallets, craving a stiff drink
Ungrateful family members
Gather around and b*tch
Look at the presents you bought them
With disdain and that look "Exchange or money back."
Bells are still ringing
Pounding inside my head
Christmas is definitely here
Everyone welcome the Holiday Hell.