Blue Xmas (To Whom It May Concern)

Merry Christmas

I hope you have a white one

But for me, it's blue

Blue Christmas

That's the way you see it

When you're feeling blue

Blue Xmas

When you're blue at Christmas time

You see right through

All the waste, all the sham

All the haste and plain old bad taste

Sidewalk Santa Clauses are much, much, much too thin

They're wearing fancy rented costumes

False beards and big fat phony grins

And nearly everybody's standing round

Holding out their empty hand or tin cup

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme, gimme, gimme

Fill my stocking up

All the way up

It's a time when the greedy

Give a dime to the needy

Blue Christmas

All the paper tinsel and the fa-li-ra

Blue Xmas

People trading gifts that matter not at all

What I call fa-li-ra

Bitter gaul

Fa-li-ra

Lots of hungry homeless children in your own backyards

All you very, very busy address and twenty zillion Christmas cards

Now yuletide is the season to receive and only give and, ah, to share

But all you December do-gooders rush around

And rant and rave and loudly blare

Merry Christmas

I hope yours is  a bright one

But for me, it's blue