I'm down with Kris Kringle.
I rush downstairs every time I hear
Wrapping paper crinkle.
There's Santa
Staring at me
With fear in his eyes
As if there's something really wrong with me.
I'm Jewish.
This isn't my house.
I'm more drunk and stoned than Amy Winehouse.
I don't know
Where I am right now
And the fat man's not leaving here anyhow.