A Christmas Carol

Cup and don't say when. Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens, Mix the punch, drag out the dickens. Even though the prospect seconds, 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 306 at T.A.4. Relations, sparing no expense, all sense, 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 hard felt the spirit. Sediment will not endear it. What's important is the price. Hark, the herald, tribunes, sings, Advertizing one rust things, God rest ye merry merchants, may ye make the yule tie to pay.

Angels we have heard on high, Tell us to go out and buy. So let the rocker slay bells jingle, Hail our dear old friend, Chris Kringle, driving his reindeer across the husky. Don't stand underneath when they fly by.