Xmas Fatigue Work is over For Christmas to prepare But I'm too exhausted To really even care Rain beats against the window Too cold outside To bother leaving the fire So in here I'll reside. But there's another problem My fridge is empty So at my house it certainly Ain't the season of plenty. Tomorrow town's gonna be crowded With every saint and sinner So I'll survive on nothing Until Christmas dinner!
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