Who's that hiding behind a tree 

It's the fir hiding, not me 

Knows the axe 

I know some facts 

No one gets infamy free 

Lose a limb, spill some sap 

Take a turn on Santa's lap 

Climb the fence or hacksaw late 

That's festive spirit, reprobate 

Or egg nog brandy distillate 

 

It's easy to chuck on new Year's day 

Bad wires are smoking the crispy display 

Camel's melting in a snow fuchsia pink 

Three wise men need a hose drink 

Jesus fled the manger in code 3 alert 

Pitch a wet towel if anyone's alert 

Landslide covers the sleepy berg below

Clearcut Xmas who'll ever know 

Stolen off the lot 9 ninety nine 

I'll write off as church expense 

It's melancholy crime 

Bulbs flashing in candy melting all over the wrapping, 

The record needle is stuck on Von Traps 

Whiskers, whiskers, whiskey and mittens 

Mittens, blitzen, and sleigh bells glisten 

Each solstice I pine 

For a chug of divine, 

Another fraud placebo 

In the RV gazebo 

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