The Demented Song

Whispers from the Past

Disclaimer: I don't own The Christmas song, and I don't like it much, either. That's why I wrote this.

The Demented Song

Chester's nuts roasting in a forest fire

Jack Frost ripping off your nose

Yuletide carolers being hug by the choir

And folks beating up Eskimos

Everybody knows, congestion and a runny nose

Helps to bring the season's blight

Tiny tots, with their eyes all bugged out

Will find it hard to see tonight

They think that Santa's on his way

He's loaded lots of yaoi and pock on his sleigh

And every demented author's gonna plot

To see if reindeer really fall and go splot

And so I'm cursing your simple phrase

For bothering me tonight

Although it's been mutilated, many times, many ways,

Crappy Christmas, to you

Crappy Christmas, to you.