The atomic spirit of Christmas is about to blow,
As the contact point draws near on Christ's birth.
The freezing atmosphere is getting colder each day,
Yet the heat of loving, caring for everyone gets hotter
Making this yuletude season a bom bastic celebration.
You and me will ignite the fire of thankgiving,
As the weight of blessings is now sky rating
And the height of felicity is souring sky high.
Now is ample to shoot each other with gratitude
Hitting the heart to trigger an electrifying attitude.