Deck the halls with bought of holly,
Tis the season to by jolly,
Don we now our homosexual apparel,
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,
See the blazing Yule before us,
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Follow me in merry measure,
While I tell of Yuletide treasure,
Fast away the old year passes,
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Sing we joyous, all together,
Heedless of the wind and weather
Now, these a-holes are the ones who talk about the 'war on Christmas'.
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