I'm dreading a red Christmas
Just like the ones that used to flow
Where my thigh-tops glisten
And tampons I christen
With the blood from my pink grotto

I'm dreading a red Christmas
With every Christmas cramp I fight
May the clots be unscary and slight
And may all the periods be light

I'm dreading a red Christmas
With each sheet I stain at night
May the flow be wary and finite
And may all the periods be light