Hey, Santa... pass us that bottle, will you?

A Christmas Song
Once in Royal David's City stood a lowly cattle shed
where a mother laid her baby
You'd do well to remember the things He later said
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties
you'll laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making;
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry
and how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.
Hey, Santa... pass us that bottle, will you?

Bones festes i pau còsmica.