Cry No More
If you’ve been a good girl or a boy
Whether you want money, love, or toys
Whether you believe in him or not
You cannot help a-wonderin’ what you got
Underneath the tree,
Or wherever they may be,
It’s time.
The year was shit, maybe,
Maybe a hit, maybe,
But baby, cry no more,
It’s Christmas morn,
And in a week from now,
Another year from now,
Somehow, you’ll forget how it was.
If you hear some sleigh-bells in the night,
A flash of rouge against the snowy white
A chubby guy a-yellin’ ho-ho-ho
And big-ass footprints in, you got it, snow.
You know you shouldn’t peek,
You should be fast asleep
But it’s time, oh you know …
The year was shit, maybe,
Maybe a hit, maybe,
But baby, cry no more,
It’s Christmas morn,
And in a week from now,
Another year from now,
Somehow, you’ll forget how it was.
Should you believe in magic?
Well if you don’t, that’s tragic.
Switch off your brain,
‘Cos it’s never too late to be children again.
The year was shit, maybe,
Maybe a hit, maybe,
But baby, cry no more,
It’s Christmas morn,
And in a week from now,
Another year from now,
Somehow, you’ll forget how it was.
