Created by the Moneychangers, a mighty damn good elf.
Seemed to know him better than I knew myself.
Sewing what we reap and reaping what we sew.
Hanging by our balls and singing bout the snow.
Gifts of touch we have and things that need no box.
Charge away our happiness to give what we have not.
Curries and Ives me please to dear old Hickory Farms.
Must be something here to eat that won’t do too much harm.
Fa La La. Fa La La and a couple of ho-dy hoes.
Star Light. Kid Light. Alright. Things bright. Blue Light.
Buttons and Bows. Who’s gonna know?
A-shopping we will go.
Ho-dy fucking ho.
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