This is for everyone who’s struggling, who can’t find work, scraping to find the means to pay for Santa’s ride this Christmas. To those of us who feel a little sinking feeling every time we get a gift, knowing that we can’t afford to give a gift.
I tell people I hate Xmas
I wish that it were true
Because then I wouldn’t care
I have no gift for you
I tell people I hate Xmas
But the truth is I’m just broke
I don’t want to bum you out
So I say Rudolph makes me choke
I tell people I hate Xmas
It’s starting to be true
With no money for a present
You’ll think I don’t like you
I tell people I hate Xmas
And they think I’m a jerk
But it’s because I have no money
Because I have no work
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