Cry Christmas

Another try not to cry Christmas
Another try not to cry Christmas

The little ones are all but shunned at that strangely degrading kids table
The mistletoe says “No you don’t need a kiss, you need divorce papers”
The turkeys dry and grandpas high on oxycontin pumpkin pie
Oh me oh my, what a gong show, ho ho ho

It’s just another try not to cry Christmas
It’s just another try not to cry Christmas
And when I tell my eyes don’t you cry it’s Christmas
What do they do? Oh
They monsoon

And Uncle John
Goes on and on
Bout QAnon and Armageddon
John, shut up and your girlfriend too
She’s 21 and all coked out dude
Phewf, Thank god John and the blonde’s gone
But so is the innocence from being young
No more sugar plum fun, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum

It’s just another try not to cry Christmas
It’s just another try not to cry Christmas
And when I tell my eyes not to cry on Christmas
What do they do? Oh
They monsoon

(Cry, Cry Christmas
Cry, cry
Cry Cry Christmas
Cry, Cry Christmas)

Cry Cry Christmas
Cry Cry Christmas
Cry Cry Christmas
Cry, Cry
Cry Cry Christmas
Cry Cry Christmas
Cry Cry Christmas
Cry, Cry

So the rain falls down and the snow turns brown
And the sun comes out, it’s a winter drought
And the climate bleeds and screams and pleas, ‘Sing with me’
And 1, 2, 3

Another try not to cry Christmas
It’s another try not to cry Christmas