The old has passed, there's a new beginning.
Dreams of santa, dreams of snow,
Fingers numb, faces aglow.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time for rejoicing in all that we see
A time for living, a time for believing
A time for trusting, not deceiving,
Love and laughter and joy ever after,
Ours for the taking, just follow the master.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time for rejoicing in all that we see
A time for giving, a time for getting,
A time for forgiving and for forgetting.
Christmas is love, Christmas is peace,
A time for hating and fighting to cease.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time for rejoicing in all that we see
If you see it, please destroy it
Somebody please stop this man!
Every year, he tries to inflict himself on the Christmas number 1 slot with some utter shit that can give him the excuse to flaunt himself to the UK.
He thinks he's IT.
He thinks he is something special.
He is possibly the vainest person to have ever walked the planet. Look at how he simply adores himself.
Our very own "Peter Pan of Pop", the lifelong "Bachelor Boy" has never wed. But how can a man who loves himself above all others ever possibly share even the tiniest amount of that love with somebody else?
This is the man who hijacked the Lord's Prayer and sang it to the tune of Auld Lang Syne (how the fuck is that spelt?) to bring us the truly dreadful "Millennium Prayer" in the hope of reaching number one in the charts in 1999/2000. Thank fuck he failed. Wanker.
Each year, he feels it is his God-given right to have that Christmas number one. He is a Christian and therefore, he is also Christmas - nobody else dare encroach.
He is one thing we could do without at Christmas.
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