Christmas is flaccid; who dares disagree?
It’s all about lights now, and Santa and snow
This certainly can’t be what it used to be
Parading itself with its evergreen tree
And down to the circus–the store–I must go
Christmas is flaccid; who dares disagree?
When did the Christ aspect cease to e’en be?
I don’t think about it, but yet wish to know
This certainly can’t be what it used to be
I don’t mind the children tear paper with glee
Yet finding out Santa is fake’s going to blow
Christmas is flaccid; who dares disagree?
Certainly, certainly, surely not me!
Still yet I pander and march to its flow
This certainly can’t be what it used to be
Christmas, why can’t you be nice and carefree?
Instead, make me languid; this bombastic show
Christmas is flaccid; who dares disagree?
This certainly can’t be what it used to be