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Another weird Christmas
What shall I do?
Might I cry or laugh?
Perhaps play the kazoo?

Images in images
Words in words
Coordinating music
This must be a bore!

The champagne is out
The guests are in
I’m getting naked
Cause they’re not kin

They were naughty
But felt so good
I had one table
So did it on wood

A racket is brewing
It’s hurting my ears
A finger in the pie
Is causing some fear

They don’t know about
Stripping to poke her
So today I’ll teach
About dogs and fur

Another weird Christmas
A gnarly hue strange
Four naked fruitcakes
To calm my derange

Whatever your belief
Whatever your mind
May each day be merry
May Love always be kind