California Christmastime

Well you can take your snow and shove it.
This is our Christmas and we love it.
It's 100 degrees, this elf is vietnamese.
That's the way that California does it.
Even our Santa has a suntan.
He's also an unemployed stuntman.
Is he even awake?
Yeah, I'm just really baked.
If he can be Santa Claus, anyone can!
California Christmastime
It's just a golden state of mind.
Chet's nuts roasting in the bright sunlight!
(Put on some pants Chet.)
And what would Christmas be without,
historically low mountain snow causing staggering drought?
But hey, this eggnog froyo's super tight!
(Super tight)
'Cause this is California,
and we do Christmas right!
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Don we now our surf apparel,
And we have our own kinda Christmas Carol.
It's this chick named Carol,
she does henna tattoos.
Carol's fifty but no judgement, she's still finding herself.
(We're all finding ourselves.)
Ok, there is no easy answer,
for our high rates of skin cancer.
It took my dad's life,
And it killed my wife.
Hang ten, Rudolph and Prancer!
California Christmastime
We gather 'round and sing songs by Sublime.
And all our local reggae bands are white!
The kids get lots of toys on Christmas morn,
'cause Daddy makes big bucks directing porn.
They may have gonorrhea but at least it's not frostbite!
(It's not frostbite!)
'Cause this is California,
And we do Christmas right!
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