| You see, Valentine’s is torture, and my birthday is a mess
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| New Year’s is a lot of noise, and Arbor Day’s a pest
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| Halloween’s a horror but I guess I must confess
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| That I really don’t hate Christmas
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| You see Flag Day is infernal, April Fool’s is just a bore
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| Mardi Gras’s a waste unless you own a candy store
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| All these other holidays I can admit that I abhor
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| But I really don’t hate Christmas
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| Now it isn’t that I like it
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| At the most I feel ambivalence
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| But should I really just destroy it? |
| I’ll admit that I’m still on the fence
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| It makes me tense!
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| From the evil scientists' community I’m sure to get ejected
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| But for Christmas I can’t seem to summon any true invective
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| Because what is there to hate? |
| I mean it’s really so subjective
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| No, I really don’t hate Christmas
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| I hate puppy dogs and kittens, I hate flowers in the spring
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| Heck, I even hate the sunshine and the birdies when they sing
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| I can work up animosity for almost anything
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| Tell me why I don’t hate Christmas
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| Though my childhood was atrocious
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| Christmas never was that bad, you see |
| So the most that I can muster is complete and total apathy
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| What’s wrong with me?
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| How can I prove that I’m an evil villain worth his salt
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| When with a holiday so jolly I can’t even find a fault?
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| If I didn’t feel ambiguous I’d launch a big assault
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| But I really don’t hate Christmas
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| (Spoken) Oh, what the heck. |
| Kickline!
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| No I really
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| No I really don’t hate Christmas!
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| (Spoken) I have an intense BURNING indifference! |