'Twas a week before Christmas
And all through the land
No snow on the sidewalk
Just dirt, grass, and sand
Temps cold out and blustery
The sky dark and gray
And a week still to go
For that dreary ol' day
No leaves on the trees
And the sun sets too soon
It's looking like bedtime
Not long after noon
The holiday lights
Make night brighter than day
And with all Com-Ed's charges
There'll be much to pay
The shoppers flare tempers
Each day at the mall
While they fight, scratch and slap
For that last Christmas ball
The scene's often scary
And leaves you with fright
Which is why I look forward to
The end of that night
This old celebration
Goes back four thousand years
Although it didn’t always
Evoke all these fears
Someday we should see
When the credit cards call
Christ ne'er was in Christmas
No, never at all.