All I Want For Christmas

With everything going on in the world, it’s easy to forget the true meaning of this Christmas season.

So this year, I wanted to write something to help remind myself what really matters.

Hang the stockings
Trim the tree
I can't wait to see you
I’ve been good I think
I've been good all year
Now I'm waitin' to see what you do

I don’t need a serenade,
As long as you're with me
When I think of all the joy we've made
Here's what Christmas truly means

All I want for Christmas is your presents
All I want for Christmas is you to give me stuff.
You can keep the mistletoe and fuck right off with your good will to men
Because all I want for Christmas is your presents…
Yeah, your presents—
Don’t forget the stuff.

Candy canes
and cozy nights,
And family gathered round the tree
But what warms my heart
Makes this season bright
Is all the shit you get for me

Skip the carols, skip the fuss,
And the little baby Christ
Go on, make it rain for us.
Buy me shit and make it nice!

All I want for Christmas is your presents
All I want for Christmas is you to give me stuff.
Make it a season to remember so I keep up with the Jones
Because all I want for Christmas is your presents…
Yeah, your presents—
Load me up with stuff.

Peace on Earth...
Beauty everywhere...
Faith, hope, and charity...
Kindness enough to spare...
Joy to all...
Goodwill to everyone...

But fuck it, let’s be honest,
That’s not why I want you to come.

All I want for Christmas is your presents
All I want for Christmas is you to give me stuff.
Fill my stocking and my heart—the second one is optional—
’Cause all I want for Christmas is your presents…
Yeah, your presents—
Baby gimme stuff.
Your presents
Come on and gimme stuff
Your presents
Lots and lots of stuff
Your presents
Stuff