For Christmas I wanted to give some gifts.
A train for Cindy, and a doll for Cliff.
Two days before, the Santa man came,
I got a letter from him, that said I'm to blame
A fridge for Timmy, a boy of four
and a gun for Judy, For Mitchell, some chores?
These gifts are not good, and to think they're right,
Is a gross misunderstanding of the Christmas tree light.
I tried again, and went to the store.
Returning the items took me 2 days, plus four
I came back and gave, some presents around
To Cindy a maggot, and for Cliff, some ground.
Timmy got a bottle, full of Nyquil
And Judy got some glass, that got into, Mitchell.
The second time came, and the gift audit came out,
It turns out I give presents like a retarded fat goat.
If I'm to give presents, Saying 'no' I'll begin.
Be grateful for SOMETHING, and don't ask me again.