Ho ho ho it's Christmas Eve
There's nothing on the tele
All that's left for me to do
Is contemplate my belly
I'm having Christmas Home alone
No festive fun for me
No tinsel baubles shiny bright
No poor sad dying tree
No turkey death on the plate
No turnip, spud or sprout
No Christmas pud in alcohol
No relatives to chuck right out
Oh I've got my loverly choc Brazils
And my mighty mincey pies
Ive got the cheese and biscuits
Not telling any lies
I don't believe that Jesus said
Go get yourself in debt
Force feed yourself with Turkey
To honour what my life beget
I'm not even Christian
But would much rather see
A Christmas that was spiritual
It's got to be the key
So let's think peace and happiness
And goodwill to all mankind
And make those wishes happen
I think that we will find
That the revolutionary message
That Jesus bought to us
Would make the world a better place
So to all and everyone I wish a Happy Christ-mas
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