Anger mounting under sunny skies
Southeast ridges crushing souls
Yule-tide carols being dumped by a choir
And AC installs are apropos
Everybody knows, a cutter and some rising dews
Help to make the season right
Tiny tots with their eyes filled with tears
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know the Grinch on his way (oh he’s comin’)
He's loaded rain, and warmth, and woodsheds on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna cry
As fathers smash all their presents nearby
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you