This time of year It feels like things are changed The weather is cold The lights they are stranged Eggs used to be scrambled But now they are nogging Family b-ball game My t-shirt is sogging The tree radiates a warm Christmas glow There's white on the ground I believe to be snow Gingerbread cookie season I take a deliciously mouthful In my head: "What's the reason? I'm suspiciously doubtful." They're saying Santa Claus is the one mom's kissing But doesn't it feel like something is missing? Maybe something holy? Maybe something good? Maybe something that died on a big piece of wood? You're worried about stuffings and creamings and stews Instead of believing in king of the Jews Fights between wifes about flights on this night? Despite my own Christ gave his life for these bites? He died for your sins, you sit here and grin Even though they nailed him on his hands and his chin? Born in a manger his mother did holler Always in danger, never learned about dollars Never learned about gifts or presents or gifts And he died for your sins and he never got gifts! So Santa is a gay pussy At least till he dies Crucified even harder With nails in his eyes! With nails in his nails And his balls in his wiener Then maybe we can think of him Christmas dinner If Santa could die for our sins then he should They would struggle to put his fat on piece of wood But oh if they could, how Christmas would change If Santa would die, that feel good in my brain And maybe Jesus would come back Stronger than ever before With his burly forearms and his rock-solid core And deliver us presents from cross in the sky And smile and wave because Santa did die And instead of eggnog we would all drink sand Because that what they have in Jesus' land But for now I will smile and enjoy what I have A cousin named Kyle and a barely-mean dad Year after year my family gets bigger Let's hope this year uncle Rick doesn't say that one thing
Deliciously mouthful/suspiciously doubtful is such a bar
This time of year
It feels like things are changed
The weather is cold
The lights they are stranged
Eggs used to be scrambled
But now they are nogging
Family b-ball game
My t-shirt is sogging
The tree radiates a warm Christmas glow
There's white on the ground I believe to be snow
Gingerbread cookie season
I take a deliciously mouthful
In my head: "What's the reason?
I'm suspiciously doubtful."
They're saying Santa Claus is the one mom's kissing
But doesn't it feel like something is missing?
Maybe something holy?
Maybe something good?
Maybe something that died on a big piece of wood?
You're worried about stuffings and creamings and stews
Instead of believing in king of the Jews
Fights between wifes about flights on this night?
Despite my own Christ gave his life for these bites?
He died for your sins, you sit here and grin
Even though they nailed him on his hands and his chin?
Born in a manger his mother did holler
Always in danger, never learned about dollars
Never learned about gifts or presents or gifts
And he died for your sins and he never got gifts!
So Santa is a gay pussy
At least till he dies
Crucified even harder
With nails in his eyes!
With nails in his nails
And his balls in his wiener
Then maybe we can think of him Christmas dinner
If Santa could die for our sins then he should
They would struggle to put his fat on piece of wood
But oh if they could, how Christmas would change
If Santa would die, that feel good in my brain
And maybe Jesus would come back
Stronger than ever before
With his burly forearms and his rock-solid core
And deliver us presents from cross in the sky
And smile and wave because Santa did die
And instead of eggnog we would all drink sand
Because that what they have in Jesus' land
But for now I will smile and enjoy what I have
A cousin named Kyle and a barely-mean dad
Year after year my family gets bigger
Let's hope this year uncle Rick doesn't say that one thing
fights between wifes about flights on this night? despite my own christ gave his life for these bites??
listening on Christmas Eve 🎄❤ merry Christmas everyone
This is pure gold
This is a certified hood classic
Crucified hood classic
Adlib was great
The perfect Christmas poem
👏👏👏
killed
11/10