I looked out the window one Christmas Eve, and what did I see?
a bunch of thugs, robbing a Christmas tree.
They are the same thugs who are always starting fights.
They are the same thugs who stole everyone’s Christmas lights.
They came to rob us, that same Christmas Eve
So my dad stormed out of the house, and told them to leave.
But none of those thugs took him seriously
One of them even through a rock at him, but instead it hit me.
That made me angry and I started to throw a fit.
"That’s it" I said, "I’ve had it"
I grabbed my dad’s gun and fired one.
Before I knew it, they were on the run.
I gave those skeets one hell of a scare.
"Come back again!", I screamed, ‘If you dare.'
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