Chestnuts roasting by an open fire
Stories gather round to tell
I almost sat too close to it
And roasted mine as well
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
All the nice hay
Smells of ***** instead
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
But if Santa's eyeing up your chimney
Send him on his way
I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas
With every panic out of sight
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be just right
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
Chestnuts roasting by an open fire
Stories gather round to tell
I almost sat too close to it
And roasted mine as well
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
All the nice hay
Smells of ***** instead
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
But if Santa's eyeing up your chimney
Send him on his way
I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas
With every panic out of sight
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be just right
