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we hit the road
to cut loose, on Prancer
I can stow
my problems
in a sleigh
I’m in space now
snowing forever
frozen leaves
are falling all around
in a minute
it’s over quickly
Yuletide is wasted
Other seasons are
useless to me
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Gold Wreath
05:02
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gold wreath on a Catholic shrine
hold me cause it’s Christmas time
i’ve seen what i idolized
dissolving in my heart
long week for the clergy like
calling just to say you’re right
who preach on to rolling eyes
who wrote the viscous cycle
glowing ribbon wrapped in lights
that wreath doesn’t symbolize
this season to treat you like
i’m only made out of y’all
one wreath bound and wrapped in twine
hanging from the tree reminds
me again to be thankful I
can't finish this last line
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So Help Me Santa
02:14
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Santa’s right
Christmas time
isn’t about you
are we about to
really fight
put cheer
in your life
over scripture dude
then take the box
and wrap it to
show the guys who
cares all along
about time that you act surprised
And just smile
when they’re regifting too
they can sense my bad vibes
and know I’m sentimental
for the white light thats reflected in the snow
of your parents house
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Don't Touch My Presents
02:56
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What’s red and green
and underneath
the Christmas tree
addressed to me
I couldn’t sleep
All Christmas Eve
I watch the wreath
It’s jingling
You’re noticing
I’m grinding weed
We watch episode 3
It’s comforting
What’s red and green
and underneath
the Christmas tree
addressed to me
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I tie the bow for
myself to scorn
this hoax that i was raised
to follow, trust, adore
as snow pours
I thought about the shame
I felt or guilt worn
that shows when you're
arriving Christmas day
you held the gift
towards the king, forced
I was compelled to say
that "God is hope, sure
and so much more
but those are stolen traits"
to that, you say
“I doubt, but to take it out on the lord
or this tree is not the way”
I look forward to it because
these things just have a way
of inducing nostalgia
or confusing grace
I’m dividing Christmas eve
into seven days
i’ve become ambiguous
melancholy days
but i’ve got to regain the wreath
and the frost
and the temples true abilities
when Mrs. Claus managed to reach
towards symbolism that can’t compete
and I seal it with a joke
that I wrote for you
in spite
of damage to the world
and if all that’s a guise
that’s just wrong
that’s not right
when I’ll always depend on you
on yule logs
on yuletide
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