Where art thou, Mother Christmas?
I
only wish I knew
Why Father should get all the praise
And
no one mentions you.
I'll bet you buy the
presents
And wrap them large and small
While
all the time that rotten swine
Pretends he's done it all.
So Hail To Mother Christmas
Who shoulders
all the work!
And down with Father Christmas,
That
unmitigated jerk.
