Bah Humbug Christmas
What is Christmas time to me, a bunch of junk under the tree.
The lights ablaze they burn my eyes, pretending to be jolly is nothing but lies.
Decorations are hung from here to there, does anyone realize they have no flare.
What a mosh posh a mess is all I see and nothing but a huge electrical fee.
Family and friends gather alike, I wish they would all just take a hike.
They eat my food and make a mess, There goes my booze nevertheless.
All the hustle and bustle nothing but moans, know I owe nothing but loans.
Opening gifts so exciting you see, until you realize it's a bunch of junk under the tree.
© 2019 Jason Nicolosi