© 1998 J. Oscar Bittinger

They say it may snow
They said might freeze
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time
Better go out
Cut yourself down a tree
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time
Plastic wreath on the door, fake log on the fire
A nip in the butt for the drunk in the choir
The minister’s tired
But he can’t retire
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time

You better not cry
It’s best not to pout
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time
All of the family stories
Come out
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time
Cute children hang stockings with innocent greed
Presents too small to wrap aren’t too small to need
And merchants will ship them
With internet speed
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time

Gra’ma don’t throw out the leftover spread
We’ll drop it down at the shelter instead
Then stay up to see same old specials again
Cause we’re too sugared up
To go to bed
……Hear the bells?!

These Scrooge-like complaints
You’ve heard them before
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time
But just like the preacher
I’ll say it once more
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time
The man on the street may not be your friend
But if He returns He may be one of them
And if that’s just a dream
We’re all dreaming then
At Christmas Time, Christmas Time
….Hear the bells?!
(They toll for thee)