Christmas time is here, by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don't say when

Kill the turkeys, ducks, and chickens
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother, here we go again

On Christmas Day you can't get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four

Relations, sparing no expense, 'II
Send some useless old utensil
Or a matching pen and pencil
("Just the thing I need, how nice")

It doesn't matter how sincere it
Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit
Sentiment wil not endear it
What's important is the price

Hark, the Herald Tribune sings
Advertising wondrous things
God rest you merry, merchants
May you make the Yuletide pay
Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and buy

So let the raucous sleighbells jingle
Hail our dear old friend Kriss Kringle
Driving his reindeer across the sky
Don't stand underneath when they fly by