All I want for Christmas is a pillow and a bed,
a cotton pair of pajamas and some rollers in my head.
A lot of movies on the box and goodies in the fridge,
and if you can give me just this much, my dying love I'll pledge.
I just had my house full of family, back on Thanksgiving day,
thank God it's only once a year and that none of them ever stay.
It would be nice to just sit back and let Christmas float by, while people
just leave me alone, don't phone, and not even bring by a pie.
All I want for Christmas is a comforter full of fluff, my favorite book
beside me, I don't need a lot of stuff.
Maybe a magazine or two, ones that I haven't yet read, oh and I'd really
like my laptop here so I can write in bed.
Who made the laws that holidays were made to share with friends, and
if you don't shop for your family it's made out to be a sin?
Why can't we share one of these days, and keep one to ourselves,
Santa did it, he was smart, you don't see any Thanksgiving elves.
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