Sh**e Christmas by Tim Taylor

 

I’m dreaming of a sh**e Christmas,

when it pours with rain on Christmas Day.

And you’ve cooked the turkey

till it’s like beef jerky

but you’ve got to eat it anyway.

 

It drags from afternoon to night, Christmas.

Now Grandad’s snoring in his chair

and the kids are raving

and misbehaving

but by then you’re too far gone to care.

 

Once again, it’s been a sh**e Christmas

like almost every one I’ve had

but we’ve all got merry

on too much sherry

and it somehow doesn’t seem so bad

 

Why must it be so sh**e, Christmas?

so sentimental and so trite.

As I bid my family goodnight

I pray next Christmas won’t be sh**e

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