When we wake on Christmas Morning Underworn and over-slept We'll face the day we always have With coy indifference
Our brows adorned with ornamental scorn The same we've worn since we were kids And how we'd sooner skip completely December 24-26
But could it be were we to just believe In virgin birth and Christmas cheer Our holidays could all be bright and gay... And not the way our parents fear
And so I'm offering this simple phrase To which I hope we'll all adhere To every faithless heart who lay in wait We're taking Christmas back this year We'll wake unafraid And evade the obligations we've made We'll take aim to reclaim The final days Of the calendar's page
Faith Felt of feigned Has no place In our new Holiday
And what remains we will embrace And celebrate Each new escape we create
And just when our hearts threaten to distend The season will end And the New Year descend
But 'til then I solemnly command With out-stretched hand Christmas, be ours again
