Christmas with My Mom and Dad

I feel just like I’m dreaming
My mum and dad are beaming at me
I’m beneath the Christmas tree

And the room has got more presents than Hermione has zits
And they’re all addressed to me
You may think I’m spoiled, and frankly, I don’t care
‘Cause it will take me two more weeks just to open all these gifts

But Harry, Harry, Harry … what’d your parents get you for Christmas?

I got a flying carpet and a brand new crystal ball
For my crystal ball collection room
I got another Hand of Glory, ’cause my last one was worn out
And a set of Omnioculars to see when you’re about

But Harry, Harry, Harry … what’d your mummy get you for Christmas?

I guess I could go on all day about what you don’t have
But that’s only a part of the point I want to make
My mum and dad are with me on Christmas every year
And yours are decomposing in their graves

Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry … what’d your mummy get you for Christmas?