No Christmas

I'm not A Grinch nor Wench although I've been called many names,
I've been called A Witch ah yes and even A Bitch,
When you awake on the twenty fifth,
Naughty or Nice all your presents will be missed,
Under A decorated tree there shall be no gifts,
Yes I'm stealing, hijacking Christmas and taking the J out of Joy,
So kids get ready to cry and scream, Mom/Dad there is no toys,

The Parents will blame Santa, and their children will write to the North Pole,
How could he, why would he, could Santa be this cold,
I'll sprinkle thoughts in their heads,
Saint Nick, must've quit , or he's gotten much too old,
These brats use to want dolls and bikes, now they want Implants and A new nose,
Little girls don't want a swing set, they want to swing on poles,
Boys no longer want games or videos, now they outside checking for Hoes,
So Santa's giving up sleigh bells and yelled the hell with Mistle Toe,
He's turning Ho Ho Ho into No No No,

It's becoming more Pagan and less about Christ,
All we want for Christmas is gifts and merchandise,
No longer about three wise men who gifts were Frankincense and Myrrh,
As we forget the purpose for celebration and Jesus Christ becomes a blur,
Selfishly serving Santa for gifts, but not reverencing verses referencing Christ love,
Let's not forget, dismiss but continue to worship our God up above.