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, I'll
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 heart felt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
What's important is the price

Hark, the Herald Tribune sings,
Advertising wondrous things
God rest ye merry merchants,
May ye 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

Actually, I did rather well myself this past Christmas
The nicest present I received was a gift certificate
good at any hospital for a lobotomy rather thoughtful