Jolly Ol' St. Nicholas, lean your ear this way. Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say. Christmas Eve is far away, so now you dear old man, Back off on your holiday, if you think you can.
When the clock is striking 12, and I'm fast asleep, on the TV, cheap and flak, Christmas ads will creep. All the stores start to line up in a row, my patience is running thin, this I'm sure you know.
I want my Thanksgiving. Families want to rest. Christmas you need to back off now, because you caused this mess.
Now I think I'll leave to you how to fix the rest.
Choose wisely, Dear Santa Claus, what you think is best.