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Look what I see in my sights

In no way am I talking the ghoulish lights

It's that red and green

That's not my place, definitely not my scene

Christmas is on the radar again

Some people flourish during that time, I see it as a brain drain

The stores are already stocking its shelves, yet I'm the one hung with care

Perhaps my body needs to be updated with a different version of firmware

When I was younger, I couldn't wait for the Santa to visit and give gifts

While the country is struggling over an orange faced asshole and his tariffs

Over the last twenty plus, it's had a completely different meaning

Wish my last name was Addams so I could be guillotining

I don't need to hear your jingles

Just leave me be while I go through my canisters of Pringles

Nor do I need to hear Mariah Carey singing that all she wants for Christmas is me

No way she would pursue this, I'm not a VIP