Escaping Christmas

Christmas; I do hate it all
It makes me feel really small
And I don’t like to be mean
But I detest red and green
I die when all fill their lungs
With these awful Christmas songs
The whole day these little bells
And reindeer poop really smells
Why don’t you escape the fuss?!
That’s what you all ask yourselves
But how to escape Christmas
When you’re one of Santa’s Elfs?!
Producing toys really sucks
I’m just in it for the bucks
Milk and cookies make me puke
To me Christmas is a fluke
Why don’t you escape the fuss?!
That’s what you all ask yourselves
But how to escape Christmas
When you’re one of Santa’s Elfs?!
Really; it’s no life for an Elf who hates Christmas
I even weekly went to Elfs-anonymous
Tried a normal steady day job for a few years
But I got bullied of the job over my ears
Why don’t you escape the fuss?!
That’s what you all ask yourselves
But how to escape Christmas
When you’re one of Santa’s Elfs?!