Christmas is coming

 I like Christmas, but it’s so forced on us, that I needed to rebel . Sorry Santa, I was a good boy most of the year!
 

Christmas is coming
So I hide underneath the stairs
Or crawl in the dog’s basket
Cause he is sleeping the chairs

Those bloody Carrols
The present buying race
The people running
The stress on their face

Christmas is coming
And all people want to behave
But I have plans already
Gonna build me a real Batman cave!

No time for Christmas
Maybe for reindeer on a plate
Santa is looking for Rudolph
To late…to late.
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