Decorated tree with lights and bells
Standing free from walls and shelves
Blissful youth keep warbling chants
Wrathful me grow scalding hands
My gnashing teeth and pounding heart
My crashing joy their humming part
A youngster sits on Santa’s lap
Her buoyant wish wreck my nap
Fathers and mothers at home with sons
Assembling round the tree with songs
Carols and hymns pleasant in ear
I hate to sing but love to hear
A lonely Grinch I break in tear
To see them sing and dance in cheer
Merry Christmas not hard to hear
I bow and say Happy New Year
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