It's that time again,
That I suffer every year,
When I gotta put up with
All this holiday cheer.
And just like every year before,
I do the same things,
I just hope and I pray,
That it just all goes away.
But instead of being answered,
My prayers go ignored,
And I wind up dealing with imbeciles,
And fighting off a Christmas horde.
So I suffer inside,
And commit artificial suicide.
I suffer through the days,
In a miserable holidaze.
I can't let it go,
I won't just let it snow,
Because the Grinch is very real,
The embodiment of how I feel.
I wish everyone their Merry Christmas,
And hope they stay away,
Because, NO! I will NOT!,
I won't come out and play.