We're all going on a Christmas holiday
It's been pushed down our throats since last July
But when our plane lands in Alicante
We see a sight that makes us cry
Straight back we will fly.

We see the tinsel and all the glitter
We see the trees and all festive bits
We wonder why we bother when we find
They only put it on for us Brits!

Next year we're going to be more selective
Some place where Christmas has never been found
Maybe Mars or a different galaxy
but, oh no, they're selection boxes
Whats that sound?
The bloody carol singers have come round
They're trying to drive me into the ground
For the Antartic I'm bound!

Bah. Humbug.

Dave the Gnome