Monday, December 20, 2004
I was just taking a trip down my own personal Christmas Memory Lane, and I fondly recalled my favorite Christmas song ... it goes a little something like this:
I can't think of anything that's dumber
To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer!
Beaming faces everywhere, happiness is in the air
I'm telling you, it isn't fair!
I hate Christmas!
People loaded with good will, giving presents, what a thrill
That slushy nonsense makes me ill
I hate Christmas!
I'd rather have a holiday like normal grouches do
Instead of getting presents, they take presents back from you
Heh heh
Here comes Santa, girls and boys
So, who needs that big red noise!
I'll tell him where to put his toys
I hate Christmas!
In case you don't know them, you can read the rest of the lyrics here.
I can't think of anything that's dumber
To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer!
Beaming faces everywhere, happiness is in the air
I'm telling you, it isn't fair!
I hate Christmas!
People loaded with good will, giving presents, what a thrill
That slushy nonsense makes me ill
I hate Christmas!
I'd rather have a holiday like normal grouches do
Instead of getting presents, they take presents back from you
Heh heh
Here comes Santa, girls and boys
So, who needs that big red noise!
I'll tell him where to put his toys
I hate Christmas!
In case you don't know them, you can read the rest of the lyrics here.
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