Perfectly Imperfect Christmas Day (feat. Horrorshow)

Ah (Hey, yeah)

I just love this time of year

That most magical, wonderful (Isn't it just?)

Most fantastical, magical time of the year (Don't you love it, boy?)

Season's greetings, brother

Let's spread some cheer (Ayy)

Plastic branches wrapped in tinsel

Nutcrackers and crashing cymbals

Can we all please try to keep it civil?

'Cause the whole damn family's up in here

Quiet in front of the children, grandma)

And that only happens once a year

Let's spread some cheer, toast and cheers)

I'm gonna fill up my plate, I'm gonna fill up my cup

I spill 'em both down my front and then I'ma fill 'em back up

Some years, I just hit a lick, some years, I'm down on my luck

And if I'm up in my feels, I'm gonna sing Bah Humbug

So, Mr. Claus (So, Mr. Claus)

From me and mine to you and yours

And all of yours and yours and yours)

For all this fuss

It can give the gift of giving, but also we're givin' pause

So tell me, tell me, how was yours? (How was yours?)

And all the tantrums thrown, the toys are packed away

The inner child in all of us came out to play

And in the car home, you turn to me and say

It was a perfectly imperfect Christmas Day

The nearest and the dearest, near and far away

Shed a tear and toast to those who passed away

And it's different, somehow it's just the same

The same perfectly imperfect Christmas Day

Yeah, we ate well, we were wasteful, I survey

When I open up the fridge on Boxing Day

And all the leftovers piled up together on a serving plate

And so much more that we can't take (No, no)

It's thirty-eight degrees later on, it'll

Test the air conditioner on the drive home

But we oughta be right, yeah, we oughta be right

It went from full house to empty in just a handful of hours

Bittersweet for grandma, yeah, it went real well

And though we're in a rush and forget it's our holiday

Runnin' low on fuel on the freeway

In the back seat, she was softly sleepin'

I smiled when you looked at me that way

It was a perfectly imperfect Christmas Day

And all the tantrums thrown, the toys are packed away

The inner child in all of us came out to play

And in the car home, you turn to me and say

It was a perfectly imperfect Christmas Day

The nearest and the dearest, near and far away

Shed a tear and toast to those who passed away

And it's different, somehow it's just the same

The same perfectly imperfect Christmas

I'm gonna fill up my plate, I'm gonna fill up my cup

I spill 'em both down my front and then I'ma fill 'em back up

Some years, I just hit a lick, some years, I'm down on my luck

And if I'm up in my feels, I'm gonna sing Bah Humbug

So, Mr. Claus (So, Mr. Claus)

From me and mine to you and yours

And all of yours and yours and yours)

For all this fuss

It can give the gift of giving, but also we're givin' pause

So tell me, tell me, how was yours? (How was yours?)