I hate Christmas
Yeah, I know
A wretched taboo
But I hate the shit
Out of that damned day
Yeah it’s true
I really do
I can never afford
The compulsory gifts
I don’t even know these people
Well enough to get
Anything near fitting
So much pressure
Even if you go handmade
They don’t actually give
Less than two shits
About your bullshit
Laborious hand-crafts
Your efforts tossed away
Doubt they’ll see another day
Then the cupboards
Raided, left bare
There’s food to be had
By an army of sad
Soul-sucked bastards
Filling up my house
Demanding the world
As if it hasn’t already
Been hard enough
To get through
The miserable year
Now life throws one last
Festive themed curveball
Get the fuck out of here
You spent the year absent
Stop pretending to care