A Christmas Carol

Christmas time is here, by golly Disapproval would be folly Deck the halls with hunks of holly Fill the cup and don't say when Kill the turkeys, ducks, and chickens Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens Even though the prospect sickens Brother, here we go again On Christmas Day you can't get sore Your fellow man you must adore There's time to rob him all the more The other three hundred and sixty-four Relations, sparing no expense, 'll Send some useless old utensil Or a matching pen and pencil "Just the thing I need, how nice!" It doesn't matter how sincere it is Nor how heart felt the spirit Sentiment will not endear it What's important is the price Hark, the Herald Tribune sings Advertising wondrous things God rest ye merry merchants May ye make the Yuletide pay Angels we have heard on high Tell us to go out and – buy! So let the raucous sleighbells jingle Hail our dear old friend Kriss Kringle Driving his reindeer across the sky Don't stand underneath when they fly by