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     It's packed, stacked, and up backed

    I can't anywhere get in, I can't win.

    It don't make me grin.

    I'm gonna be here a while, it dont make me smile.

     All these lines are not fine.

     They go down the hall.

      Lines to park the car, we're not getting far.

       Lines in every store, we can't ignore.

      Lines to meet the big guy in white and red.

      The thoughts in head, not a delight.

       Lines to meet the big guy.

  They finally get there, all the kids get scared, they cry.

   The traffic's all the way down the street, it's not neat.

   It ties up the interstate not great

   Where's the place to park.  A situation dark.

  There's no place.  There's no space, not liking this a lot.

       There's a big, big, big, crowd.

        Boy, is it loud

            

           I can't here myself think. shrink

      I cannot get an assist.  I want to shake my fist.

    Everything's Sold out.  

   It makes me want to scream and shout.  

             The same is true at every store I try.

        It makes you want to cry.

             It's really, really, really, loud.

                      So full are the parking lots.

                             Cars, there are a lot.

                       The line to meet Santa is so, so, long.

   All the time, they keep repeating the Christmas songs.