Santa You Big Fat Fraud (Best Lyrics i ever read)

Hey!
Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle both my balls,
Santa You Big Fat Fraud ??? ??
You'll know this if you broke (?)
Hey!
Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle both my balls,
Santa You Big Fat Fraud ???
You'll know this if you broke (?)
Hey!

Dashing through the snow
With a one horse who just ???
Put in the ass ??
??
He knows that but(t)? but still (steal?)
He ?? and gave me christmas presents for me
F-ck ???

Hey!
Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle both my balls,
Santa You Big Fat Fraud ??? ??
You'll know this if you broke (?)
Hey!
Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle both my balls,
Santa You Big Fat Fraud ???
You'll know this if you broke (?)
Hey!

A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And go to the mall and punch his face
And tell him f-cking die

He looks like a used tampon (?)
I'm hatin' f-cking ???
And all I want for Christmas is
A knife to cut his head off

Hey!
Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle both my balls,
Santa You Big Fat Fraud ??? ??
You'll know this if you broke (?)
Hey!
Jingle balls, jingle balls,
Jingle both my balls,
Santa You Big Fat Fraud ???
You'll know this if you broke (?)
Hey!

Yeah, well, I'm really feel bad for the poor kids
Because they found out that there's no Santa Clause
The rich kids ?? 22 year old and they not know that there's no Santa Clause
Because the family is so rich
They buy ???
???
???
Sounds like "Yo, I want this ?? cars"
And they like "Ho-ho-ho,
Fo sho I'll gave this for you, sonny (sunny?)"
???
Nothing, nothing!

Life is

“Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.”

Merry Christmas

The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter
rain.
In many a stained-glass window
sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hooker's
Green.
The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the
yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the
ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that villagers can say
'The Church looks nice' on Christmas
Day.
Provincial public houses blaze
And Corporation tramcars clang,
On lighted tenements I gaze
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'
And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and
flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.
And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are
glad,
And Christmas morning bells say
'Come!'
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.
And is it true? and is it true?
The most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's
hue,
A Baby in an ox's stall?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me?
And is it true? For if it is,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant.
No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare -
That God was Man in Palestine
And lives to-day in Bread and
Wine. Merry Christmas...