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Christmas Spirit


Christmas eve morning, I'm getting stressed out
Still have no presents; I'm running around
Looking for CDs and video games
Last minute shopping, I'm going insane

People are pushing and calling me names
Where is the spirit; I think it's a shame
Long lines and traffic I'm losing my cool
Each year I do this; I must be a fool

Bargains and specials are not what they seem
I think it's outrageous; it's like a bad dream
Santa's are ringing outside of the stores
Asking for money to feed all the poor

Children are sitting on old Saint Nick's lap
Telling him wishes they hope he can grant
I hate all this shopping; I feel like a stooge
I think I'll buy nothing; and be like a Scrooge

I get in my car and head for my home
My wife won't be happy this I do know
But I am not Santa or some stupid elf
I hate all this madness to me it's just hell

I tell my sweet lady things have now changed
I don't have your present it's all just a waste
So if you don't see me this coming year
I'll be up north living with all the reindeer

Copyright ©2008 Marvin H Lane

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