Jesus, what is this all about?

Just cost and family rows.

Useless presents, tasteless tat,

shops so full of crowds.

A decorated pine tree

and a fat, old man in red.

A dry and tasteless turkey,

and crawling, drunk to bed.

The stable was for donkeys.

That's how it should have stayed.

Three wierdos with their trinkets

were best sent on their way.

For some it's saturnalia.

It's solstice too, for sure.

Borrowed from the pagans,

let's give it back right now.