I remember one Christmas of wasn't too
good it was pretty lousy I've got a
little Christmas story I'm sorry but it
said it'll either break your heart too
or make you scratch your head a few
years ago on Christmas Eve Santa was at
our house he must have been tired he
laid down for a minute
on our couch he jumped up in a hurry
checked all his reindeer flew off into
the darkness they will scratch it mierda
air it was the last Christmas we ever
had one will never forget scratching its
cones are hard we're not over it if
Santa Claus don't come to our house
anymore don't care for now to your nice
we're the ones who gave Santa called all
in the reindeer lice
they's late getting back to the North
Pole it took them three or four days
they stretched an inch to those gone
musta almost lost their way Santa Claus
shaved all his hair and he shaved his
whiskers
- when he shaved the hair of all the
reindeer Rudolph's nose turned blue
it wasn't allows his Christmas we ever
had one we'll never forget
dressed in it and combed our heard we're
not over it yet Santa Claus don't come
to her house anymore don't care for her
now - your eyes where the walls against
a band called all his reindeer life we
wrote Santa Claus a letter he called us
on the phone said he'd drop our presents
in the yard but he wouldn't come in our
home so every year on Christmas Eve out
in the snow and ice he drops in prisons
in the yard called he don't want to
catch no lice
was the louses Christmas wherever past
one will never forget scratching this
combed our heart we're not over it Santa
Claus don't come to our house anymore
don't care for it all to your nice
we're the one to keep Santa Claus and
all his reindeer life now you heard our
Christmas story I told you it was sad I
know what's about to kill you so go on
to scratch your head
Oh
you