Oh, there you are again
With your tinsel and
A punchable grin.
You're not special -
You're a Sunday
Trapped in fake handshakes
Faux forgiveness
Flatulence and fires
Backhanded compliments
And outright family liars
Hangers on and hanging out
Among the sleazy, shop-bought mistletoe
And pigging out.
There you are again
With your bulging sack
Of debt, courtesy of Asda
You'll be paying till you die
You'd better watch out -
You'd better not cry
A made-up man is bleeding you dry.
There you are again
With your tinsel and your grin
Hi, Christmas
Meet Mr Litter Bin
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