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letra de wi$h li$t - p walsh

[hook: p walsh & e walsh] x2
it’s the dub, it’s the a, it’s the l, it’s the s, it’s the h, christmas (ho ho ho, christmas)
only love, never hate, made this song to celebrate
and this is what you put up on your wish list (jolly!)

[verse 1: p walsh]
what’s under the tree? do you love what you got?
or did you shed a tear, didn’t get what you want?
kids gotta remember what the christians are taught
season’s for the greetings, not the gifts at the shop
parents spend the dough, shot themselves in the foot
it’s a missile to the toe when the children make a fuss (blah)
working overtime, cherubs wake up to a bunch
all behind the scenes, elders never ask for much (nope)
some appreciation’s all they’re really looking for
when it’s time for saint nick to take the chimney to the floor
take a look through the patterns when the paper starts to soar
millions ’round the world, never made a list before (aye)
donations to the poor ’cause you get what you give
it’s the time of year to forget and forgive
dry up all the tears, wishing health for the sick
we gotta stick together through the thin and the thick
careful out there, the ice is really sl!ck
it’s a metaphor for life, gotta catch ‘em when they slip
be the salt on the road, not the salt in the wound
pointing out faults, throwing rocks at the moon

[verse 2: e walsh]
you know it’s e walsh, my presence is your present
measuring my blessings by my family and my friendships (yo)
shout out all my christians, those of all religions
with a little kinship, turn division into fiction (jolly)
god level bars, i put the holy in holly
i love my day ones ’cause i know that they got me
only one man more known to be jolly
i got as much spirit you can hold in a body
i’m decking the halls and i’m checking on all (halls, halls, halls)
catching up with everybody and remembering calls
and i’m mailing out cards to the near and the far
driving ’round, viewing lights with my friends in the car
red, white, rainbow, doesn’t matter to me
praying every tree has presents up underneath
the stockings are stuffed with tons of sugarplums (yum)
elf, a christmas story are the welcome reruns
but just remember those on your left and your right
gather ‘round the fire so the circle is tight
cause they’re what really matter when you rest for the night
sitting down with dad for it’s a wonderful life

- p walsh

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