I hit the stores early this morning and this song sprang to mind.
Sung to the tune of O Holy Night
Oh holy crap, it is the last day shoping.
What was I thinking? Nobody knows.
Long was the time that I could have been buying.
But was it so? I tell you, no!
The stores are packed.
There are no carts for hauling.
Was that my toy, you took, I say my dear.
Fall on your face
Oh hear the angel voices
Get out of my way.
Or you will die, those are your choices.
Get out of my way.
Or you will die, 'fore Christmas day.
Okay, not so cheery, but it was honestly the song that I was huming as I fought my way through the store.
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