What A Christmas Gift

All the flights are canceled
And everybody's pissed
I'm certain that Miss Rona's
At the top of the naughty list
Well, mother, we just might be here till 2023
So why not pour
another quarantini with me

I'm gonna give you a hand
Getting the angel to stand
On the worn out Christmas tree
We'll put a present beneath
And then we'll hang up a wreath
Only you and I will see
We don't have to deal
With a fancy meal
Or the fam'ly drama we hate
Just our matching PJs
We wear for three days straight

Oh, oh, oh
What a Christmas gift
What a Christmas gift it'll be
Where the only sick you'll be getting is
Sick of me

I'm gonna make us a cake
Because I learned how to bake
While the world was put on pause
We'll eat right out of the tin
While watching Holiday Inn
As we wait for Santa Clause
We don't have to drive
Down the 105
To your sister's stupid estate
Just a box of wine and
We'll be fine and great

Oh, oh, oh,
What a Christmas gift
What a Christmas gift it'll be
It's a gift that keeps on a' giving

I know it's been a while since I was back in town
I never really learned the art of slowing down
Well, even though we both may come down with the flu
I'm not ever, ever, ever getting sick of you

So buckle in for the ride
Cause we'll be staying inside
We'll be stuck till God knows when
I'll tell you leave me alone
You'll tell me put down the phone
Then we'll do it all again
And we might feel blue
For a time or two
But I know we'll take it in stride
'Cause I got my mother
To reach the other side

Oh, oh, oh
What a Christmas gift
What a Christmas gift it'll be! It's a gift that keeps on a' giving
In a month if we're still a' living
But the only sick you'll be getting
Is sick of me



Credits
Writer(s): Chee Ng, Eric Sorrels
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