Singing the Holiday Blues

I can’t wait for this to end
For Christmas to be done
You know…
The chaos and the stress
Who thinks that this is fun?

You’re running all around
The temperature’s so cold
You think…
Why am I doing this?
It's really getting old

Or maybe it’s just me
That’s getting really old
I shrug…
Not getting any younger
And damn, I am real cold

“Cold bastard,” says my wife
“You’re just a Scrooge at heart”
That hurts…
I’ll tell you what gets to me
That music when it starts

Those same old Christmas songs
You hear them every year
Oh man…
They just get so annoying
It’s painful to my ears

And then there are the ads
You can’t escape the ads
All day…
Again and then again
Enough to drive you mad

It’s not that I am cheap
Afraid to spend a buck
Oh no…
But what to buy my wife?
I ponder but I’m stuck

It’s such a stressful time
I want to hold my head
Poor me…
I can’t find any joy
It’s all misery instead

Okay, I’ll be okay
I think I’ve calmed down now
You know…
The holidays are hard
But I’ll pull through somehow

I finally found a gift
I think my wife will like
Maybe…
I’ll buy her some new boots
So she can take a hike

Then I will have some peace
While she’s out in the snow
Bye, bye…
And that’s her gift to me
All wrapped up with a bow

Peace on Earth
A Holiday for Me

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