Christmas time is here by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the punch and don't say when
Kill the turkeys. ducks and chickens
Spike the punch
Drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother, here we go again
On Christmas day you can't get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four
Relations sparing no expense
Just send some useless old utensil
Or a matching pen and pencil
Just the thing I need...how nice
It doesn't matter how sincere it is
Nor how heartfelt the spirit
Sentiment will not endear it
What's important is the price
Hark the herald tribunes sing...advertising wondrous things
God rest yea merry merchants, may you make the yuletide pay
Angels we have heard on high...tell us to go out and buy
So, hear the raucous sleigh bells jingle
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle
Winging his way across the sky
Don't stand underneath when they fly by