[Verse 1]
So it’s Christmas… again. I swear it came too fast.
Didn’t we just clean up the glitter from the last?
The tree’s still leaning sideways, the lights refuse to glow,
And the cat’s already plotting where the angel’s gonna go.
Mom’s yelling in the kitchen, Dad’s tangled in the cords,
My cousin brought six kids—and two emotional support birds.
Grandma’s sweater’s flashing “JOY,” but she’s cussing like a pro…
Yep. Christmas part two. Welcome to the show.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Someone burned the cookies, someone burned the roast,
And Uncle Joe is arguing loudly with the ghost.
My sanity is missing, check under the decor—
Guess it’s yuletide chaos… same as the year before.
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[Chorus]
So it’s Christmas… right? Round two of this parade—
More glitter in my coffee and more mess we made.
Wrapping fails and family tales all knocking at my door,
But hey—it’s Christmas, right?
We came back for more.
We came back for more.
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[Verse 2]
The neighbor’s lights are brighter than a UFO attack,
Ours just blink like Morse code saying “please don’t bring us back.”
Someone gifted socks again, someone stole my chair,
And my aunt is doing karaoke like a wounded polar bear.
Kids are throwing ornaments, the dog stole Grandma’s wig,
My brother’s new fiancée is trying way too hard to dig.
And Dad says, “This is peaceful,” as the room begins a war…
Yeah… peaceful. Sure. Whatever helps you snore.
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[Pre-Chorus]
The pie exploded sideways, the wine is running low,
My patience is evaporating like freshly fallen snow.
Still, somehow in this madness, my heart says one thing more—
It’s dumb, it’s wild, it’s Christmas…
And that’s what it’s for.
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[Chorus]
So it’s Christmas… right? Another festive mess—
My living room’s a battlefield but I still feel blessed.
Chaos wrapped in tinsel, disaster on the floor—
But hey—it’s Christmas, right?
We always come back for more.
We always come back for more.
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[Bridge – sitcom freeze-frame style]
Cue the laughter track:
Dad trips over the dog,
Mom threatens the turkey,
The house is in a fog.
But in the middle of the madness, a soft truth breaks through:
We’re crazy, but we’re family…
And I guess I love you fools.
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[Final Chorus – bigger, warm ending]
So it’s Christmas… right? Let’s toast to our routine:
The chaos, the drama, and everything between.
For all the noisy nonsense we’ve lived through before—
It’s Christmas… again.
And we’ll be back for more.
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[Outro – wink]
Next liiiiiiiine!
Next yeeeeear!
Same disaster…
Same cheer!
Ooooh-yeaaaah!!