Jul, jul, strålende jul

Christmas time is here, by golly,
disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don't say when

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens
mix the punch, drag out the Dickens.
Even though the prospect sickens
brother, here we go again.

On christmas day you can't get sore
your fellow man you must adore
there's time to rob him all the more
the other three hundred and sixty-four.

Relations, sparing no expense, 'll
send some useless old utensil.
Or a matching pen and pencil
just the thing I need (how nice)

It doesn't matter how sincere it is
nor how heart felt the spirit
sentiment will not endear it
what's important is the price.

Hark the Herald Tribune sings
advertising wondrous things
God rest ye merry merchants,
may ye make the yuletide pay!
Angels we have heard on high
tell us to go out and buy

So, let the raucous sleighbells jingle
hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle
driving his reindeer across the sky
don't stand underneath when they fly by..