• Christmas.
    It’s Christmas time again,
    I can hear it in the air:
    “Fa-la-la-la-la! La-la-la—”
    “BAH HUMBUG!” Now hey, that isn’t fair.
    Of course it is my dad,
    Not full of Christmas cheer,
    I’d be mad,
    Except he does it every year.
    Now I know my dad’s a nutcase,
    And he really truly cares,
    But my dad in Christmas time…
    Nothing really compares.
    My dad is such a humbug,
    My dad is such a dope,
    But you’ll see him wearing the Santa hat,
    Reflecting in kids’ eyes full of hope.
    My daddy dearest’s crazy,
    My daddy dearest tries.
    He tries to convince us that he doesn’t care.
    But hey, that’s all lies.
    My dad’ll help me decorate,
    Wearing holly in my hair,
    I’ll hang the mistletoe way up high,
    Together, we’re the decorating pair.
    Now doesn’t that sound cheesy?
    Doesn’t that sound fake?
    But it really is my dad who makes
    The bestest Christmas cake.
    For the only present you can ask for,
    Is one you already have,
    It’s a great big stocking full of love,
    And a hearty Christmas laugh.