I’m Making a List, I’m Checking it Twice
Hey, kids ! I know a magic word,
That stops Christmas blues and scoffed disdain
From ever being heard
Now, kids, attempt to listen not
And don’t endure their upset or profane,
Nor cynicism’s rot
So kids, declare “Oh, humbug, yea !
Oh partypoop, oh blanket-wet, begone !
I won’t hear what you say.”
Then kids, a flush of thwarted rouge
Should stop them speechless dead, so follow on
With “killjoy” first, then “scrooge”.
But kids, don’t give their logic chance,
Just plug your ears and “Humbug !” them away
With loyal ignorance.
And kids, believe your parents’ lies
Of chimneys, reindeer, magic sack and sleigh –
Don’t doubt or analyse.
Oh, kids, you have obeyed me well,
And kept their urbane trickery afar
To keep you feeling swell.
Yes, kids, you must avoid such nous
Just like the good consumers that you are
And all is fine. Or else !