T’was the night before Christmas, at quarter till four
Lines of people were stretched out the doors
They were running and yelling throughout the sales floor
Because everyone knows Christmas is bought in a store

Some seemed quite happy, joyful and merry
Others were very mad, on the contrary
Others were drunk, and couldn’t carry their own
Weight, let alone bags of clothes and cologne

Then, suddenly, the checkouts were beeping
While the decent people were home in bed sleeping
All of this yelling and fighting and noise
Would only confuse all the good girls and boys

Laying at home, in their beds, unaware
That “Saint Nick” was stripping retail shelves bare
The items, brought home, would be thrown away
Within a year, maybe, in time to portray

The waste produced by this vile holiday
After all, that IS the American way
Off to the landfill, seen nevermore
Goodbye to the gifts from the department store

Meanwhile, in most other parts of the world
Whose people live, flirting daily with peril
Our "Christmas" represents only a hope or a dream
No one there really knows what it means

Another pseudo-tradition enforced
By Bureaucrats, (hypocrites highly endorsed)
This senseless American holiday cheer
Is made by people paid two grand each year

Working their fingers literally to the bone
Only to send all their money back home
To their families and children at home all alone
While their bosses make billions from other time zones

Creating and maintaining masses of poor
As half of AMERICANS remain uninsured
Too busy exploiting us working class peasants
Making plenty of money from our Christmas presents

Then, when we’re unhappy with corporate CEO’s
They’ll take four million dollar severance packages and go
They’ll never have to worry, ever again
About finances or money, debt, or lawmen

What a wonder that talent can be so genetic
That only children of the rich can lead “us pathetic”
This structure of power locks us in place
Stopping the advancement of the human race

This power and control, passed on by birthright
Is tearing the world apart, without much respite
Is there a way, to get us out of our plight?
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night