Was at a friends the other day
And had 3 games of pool
Of course he beat me didn’t he
He made me feel a fool

(not really it just rhymes, next time I’ll beat the butt of him)
(With the cue)

Well that’s another story
What this poem's really about
That Christmas is such a humbug
It seems to have lost its clout

What’s happened to its meaning
Got lost in the course of time
Some idiots say it's offensive
And could not care a dime

Leave Jesus out of Christmas they cry
For fear of losing face
It might offend some others
Perhaps others of a different race

Well that’s the biggest load of crap
That I have ever heard
Who are these faceless monsters
They must be a load of nerd

Leave Jesus out of Christmas
Not likely my old friend