All of these Christmas gifts were for fucking me,

Processional

March my selfish ass to the altar of green

Frostbitten fingers snatching every last scene

No carol for the hungry, just my indulgent song

I trample the meek with my choir marching strong

Invocation

Raise up the roof with a curse on compassion

Saints grimace as I shout my filthy passion

Prayers for myself, and not a damn soul more

Ring the bells for greed, slam shut the chapel door

Antiphon

Pile the gifts at my feet, let your hopes rot and sigh

I sing fuck your wishes as angels cover their eyes

Harmony of blasphemy, holy voices unclean

This church is my kingdom, this Yule obscene

Introit

Grant me no mercy, I demand every prize

If you reach for my presents, you’ll be met with despise

Sing it loud, choir—let the rafters take the blame

All these Christmas blessings stamped with my greedy name

Chorus

Oh, every single one of these goddamn Christmas gifts

Stacked high under my motherfucking tree

Not a single shiny present wrapped up for your sorry ass

Because every last one was for fucking me

Verse 2

The stained glass rattled as I sang my greedy joy

Said a prayer for myself, not your pitiful soul

The choir in the pews belted out my selfish wish

And Jesus knows I kept every damn bow and roll

Chorus

All the gifts, each cursed parcel, every ribbon, every tag

Was meant for me, not your whining, grasping hands

From holy bells to the dirty sack under my feet

I hope you choke on envy, while I alone stand

Verse 3

I laughed at heaven’s door while I ripped another box

Halo crooked, fists full of stolen treats

Saints covering their ears to my sacrilegious glee

My stockings overflowing, your side of the room in defeat

Chorus

So fuck your holiday cheer, save your pious songs and prayers

These sacred presents are mine, can’t you see

Raise up your voice in outrage, let those harmonies fly

Christmas came for me, just me, only fucking me

Verse 4

I smirk at your empty hands, not a damn thing left to share

My choir sings hallelujah for this selfish affair

All those holy carols tainted by my greedy delight

You’re left scraping scraps, I claim the star on high tonight

Final Chorus

Let angels shout obscenities for the loot that I hoard

No nativity kindness here, just blessings ignored

May your nights be as cold as your unwrapped disgrace

This filthy choir’s anthem: Christmas fucks your face

Verse 5

So go kneel by the ash pile, clutch your empty damn box

While I toast my own glory with some sacrilegious wine

Forget your silent night, mine’s loud with greedy laughs

No angels for your cause, every goddamn one is mine

Outro

The organ pipes can blow me, let the hymnals all curse

Stack my gifts to the heavens, pile the guilt in your hearse

With a fuck-you hallelujah and a stained glass sneer

The holiest night is filthy, and I’m king this year

Coda

Let the choir spit venom, holy robes stained with spite

Every last note, a selfish hymn in the candlelight

You dream of forgiveness, but greed’s my chosen creed

I piss brandy on your wishes, I gorge and you plead

Benediction

So take your empty prayers, tuck them up your ass

My yule chorus mocks you, let the stained voices harass

If there’s mercy in the rafters, it’s reserved for my name

Close the gospel, snuff the candles—Christmas is my filthy game

Dismissal

Pack your prayers in a sack, drag them out with your shame

My choir hurls curses like holly dropped in the flame

Not a cracker of goodwill, not a crumb for your sobs

This cathedral resounds with the greed of my mobs

Recessional

Incense burns foul, candles flicker in fear

Sanctified selfishness howled loud and clear

Toss your tinsel regrets—I'm guzzling spiked cheer

Sing another filthy verse, Christmas is over. My spoils are here

Afterglow

Let the steeple crack wide, let the relics rot and fade

The only miracle tonight is counting what I’ve made

No Hosanna for beggars, just carols for thieves

My loot sings louder than the wretched who grieve

Concluding Verse

Silver plates stacked high, every bite I devour

Gorged in the vestry, drunk on my power

No sharing, no kindness, no goddamn reprieve

Only my gospel of greed on this holy eve

Final Amen

Hark, the filthy choir croaks, blessed be my take

Drown your sorries in wine, choke on every mistake

The last hymn resounds: it’s mine, can’t you see

One selfish Christmas, and not a scrap for thee