I wore my santa hat to work today
That I bought off a mannequin's head
On my walk home the day before
The girls who sold it to me didn't seem
To know how much it cost
They didn't seem to care very much
So I just
Named a price like I assume the first
Man named the birds

Man: (pointing) birds.
Me: (pointing) ten dollars.

It was probably too much money for a hat
That some kid stitched in some oppressive warehouse
And where he is it's probably not even cold outside
Because it might be Summer
But he still has to stitch stupid santa hats
So I guess even though he'll never see any of the money
I overpaid for the sake of that miserable kid

While wearing the hat at work
My face seemed to hang from it
As if I was suspended beneath the hat
Like I was an ornament
I'm not used to working near the holidays
And I'm not used to being in LA for them either
And I'm not used to being alone

I never had a Christmas with you
It might've been too much for my heart to handle
Sometimes love scares you because you're worried
You might pop
Like an overripe balloon
Or a zit

I'm gonna go and see if George Bailey can make me feel like it's Christmas in two days