I Bought Christmas and Now It Is Never

Lace sells itself
Think "Jingle Bells"
You're quiet because you know
White magic sells

That infant's smile
Destroyed a lot
To revive this and vow
I plan to explain how
The pageant messiah
Is blasphemy now
And restore the true
Pagan attitude
Lifted from doubt
To carefully plan out
What's still true for me
In cherished time
Focusing
Left to hearts that bind us
To Christian imagery
And taste this
Killer guy
Stellar dude
Who only reeks of love
That poem leads to such a waste
Of material that says I
Guess what I couldn't deny
That's true
That's right
It's no use



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Scurlock
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