By Mr. Scrooge

Well...

Christmas is the worst of all seasons,
And I, Ebenezeur Scrooge, have the best reasons.
They seem to have to hang red and green strings,
Ugly, ugly, ugly, is what they scream!
Little, annoying kids tramp in the yellow snow,
One particularly noisy one throws a snowball at me; his name is Joe.
Under all the green, swaying trees lay thousands of presents, each
topped with a big, gold and silver bow,
All I receive is a nasty, little frost bite on my hairy, big toe!
All the fake elves need to decorate every single stall,
I can't even go without being blinded by it all!
Oh why, oh why does Christmas ever have to be now?
I say we should just replace it all by having a brown cow!

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