Cold Christmas
I can’t believe you did it
How typically bold
Dumping me at Christmas
How awfully cold
Still on the bright side
I won’t have to strain and heave
Rushing to find a gift
For you on Christmas Eve
I won’t spend the season
Living like a monk
I’ll be very merry
If not drunk as a skunk
But I can’t believe you did it
It’s a really shitty thing to do
Dumping me at Christmas
How typical of you
It’s probably for the best
So I won’t shed a tear
Have a merry Christmas
And a really shit New Year
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