Gimme, gimme, gimme, or else!

It’s a special time of year

when your friends afar and near

meet with you recalling tales

of your enemy’s travails.

Decorations so ornate

with a banquet on each plate

stir the banter all anew

on old dirt you never knew.

Preparations for a feast

with a roasted side of beast

that’s been basting all day long

while we sang this heartfelt song:

Gimme, gimme, gimme, or I’ll whine and I will scream.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, or you know I’ll go extreme.

It’s the hottest day of all

when Black Friday hits the mall

as our parents demonstrate

how to cut in line with hate.

They will punch and kick old friends

just to see who then outspends

We saw daddy on the news

when he freaked and blew his fuse.

Santa, bring me more this time.

Don’t get cheap now, it’s a crime.

Bring my gifts to me right now.

If you don’t, I’ll have a cow.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, or I’ll scream and I will cry

Gimme, gimme, gimme, or you know I’m going to die!

I’m the first on Christmas Day!

Give me gifts without delay!

So I can hate your present,

and make your life unpleasant.

Just wait! I’ll have you dancing

Up fool, and start your prancing!

These gifts are worthless refuse,

and they smack of your abuse.

Santa, give it all to me.

I’m important, can’t you see?

Give me the best of the toys

and spank other girls and boys.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, everything I want today.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, or I’ll throw these toys away.