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At Xmas time when we were kids, we were bloody poor, and Santa weren't too generous when he knocked upon our door
Our Xmas tree stood tall & proud and rigid as a totem, With Xmas baubles hangin' there..... like testies in ya scrotum!
But we made do by saving up, yes every little bit "We may be poor" said dear old Dad, "but I dont give a shit!"
Everyone loved Xmas dinner, no if's, and's or but's, and all us kids would piss ourselves when Grandpa dropped his guts
We'd leave a six pack for Santa and he always drank it quick, then I found out it was just me Dad, the alcoholic prick!
But all in all we had fun, and lot & lots of cheer, Now I can't wait till I've got kids.... cause I'll get a carton of beer!
