Christmas Time is Here (Where is the Cheer?)

It's late in December, and chilly outside.
In fact, I think it's cold as hell.
Leafless trees abound, look like bony hands.
They may well grab when I ain't looking.
Doesn't this make you think of winter as a pestilence?
Christmas time is here. Well damn.
The commercialism flies again.
Other people rattle their fat asses around
Because it's that Christmas"y" time of year,
But when they see me, they ask, "Where is the cheer?"

Well, I guess I don't care about the festivities
Since I don't have a lover with whom to share.
I miss my childhood in ways you can't comprehend,
My innocense, lost, when Santa "got killed."
Somehow, the birthday party shifted gears
When the commercialism rode into town.
Christmas time is here. You ask, "Where is the cheer?"
Why, you have it, my two cents on Christmas.
It's the most depressing time of year.
Merry Fucking Christmas, or "bah humbug," to you.