THE 
          KING OF JING-A-LING
          
          
          Christmas is coming, X-mas
          Is coming, get me something
          Big off my wish list,
          Make me happy, make me happy,
          Your responsibility
          Is to make me happy
          ‘Cause I'll kill myself
          If I'm not satisfied, 
          Christmas is coming, 
          Not that I'm 
          pressuring you;
          Ha-ha-ho-ho,
          Lights, candy, mistletoe
          If you don't kiss me I'll
          Blow my fucking brains out,
          If you're not naked 
          Underneath The Tannenbaum 
          I'll swallow Rat poison
          But I might anyway
          It's not a big deal, 
          The thought is what counts,
          Christmas is coming,
          I have a nosebleed
          It's gonna be great
          This is the big year
          Destined to make up
          For all of the other years,
          Egg Nog and Yuletide
          Vehicular suicide
          All on the menu
          If you disappoint me...
          
          Hey! 
          Did I just hear hoofbeats?
          Up on the rooftop?
          
          I better have. 
          
          
          JUST LIKE THE CHRIST CHILD
          
          
          Even though I'm
          Forty-three
          Every year as
          The last present is
          Unwrapped, no
          Matter how hard I
          Resist, I think
          To myself
          "What? That's it?
          That's all I got?"
          
          
          LIKE COMMUNISM IN THE FIFTIES
          
          
          John Denver croaked his ass
          In one of them super lightweight
          Personal Aero Plane type deals.
          
          They found a dead body
          In Big Birds' shed.
          
          Christmas with the Muppets
          Ain't what it used to be. 
          
          
          HOLIDAY TREATS
          
          
          They say I'm getting fat but
          I'm just practicing the ancient
          Body modification ritual
          Of eating a mountain
          Of shit until I
          Get big as a house
          So back off
          You unspiritual bastard.
          
          
          CLARICE
          
          
          I'm thinking of you
          Again like always
          This time of year
          
          Those damn eyelashes,
          Rankin and Bass
          What have you done
          To me you sons
          Of Bitches?
          
          
          ANTI SEMITISM
          
          
          When I was a kid
          In rural Massachusetts
          I used to explain
          Hanukkah during
          The Christmas Assembly
          Until fourth grade when
          I figured out
          No one was
          Making me do it. 
          
          I'll tell you what,
          I'd put dollars
          To donuts any
          Day of the week
          The guy that wrote
          The Dreidel Song
          Was a Goy.
          
          
          GUERNICA ON THE ISLAND OF MISFIT TOYS
          
          
          Santa never came. That's 
          Just a cover
          Story for chumps. It
          Was death from above.
          Only the Cowboy
          Riding an Ostrich
          Survived, playing
          Dead amongst
          A heap of slaughtered
          Toys. The Doll with the
          Red Hair died in his
          Arms and he
          Never even knew
          What was wrong
          With her.