Do have a happy season gathered round your “happy trees”
We’ve changed up all our wording to put Scrooge and Grinch at ease
Wish all your loved ones merry times while carving up the bird
But never mention Jesus’ name because that’s quite absurd
Joyous Season
Hol-i-day
Or happy time of hope
Just don’t say merry Christmas please, unless you are the Pope
Feel free to buy your children all the presents they desire
Help teach them ’tis the season for getting all they can acquire
Decorate with mistletoe, and turn on “season songs”
But leave the manger in the box, wrapped up where it belongs
You may bake fruit cakes but be mindful, don’t become fruit cakes yourselves
And never speak of Christ The Lord, but of Santa and his elves
You see, we’ve gone and changed our tune from God to Wal-Mart splurgin’s
To be mindful of the Muslims and their bombings and their virgins
No self respecting Christian who believes in God’s good Son
Should go wishing Christmas cheer on folks, thus spoiling all the fun
The story goes that Marry birthed a child as pure as snow
But if we keep it to ourselves then nobody will know
That child grew up to pay a price, that’s how it all began
When kings knelt down and angels sang and God became a man
The Flight of Reason 