Plastic Baby Jesus

Outta all the good gifts ever got
Inevitably lost
I imagine stretched along
A constellation
Inhabiting a cosmos of
Closet bottoms, all
Your misplaced affections
Ain’t ever lost upon me
You know it’s Christmas in Columbus
Won’t be the same without ya, though
You know it’s Christmas in Columbus
Won’t be the same without you, though
Tell me what you really want, love
Tell me what you really need
I know I owe you somethin' good, no
I know I owe ya somethin' sweet
Well plastic baby Jesuses
Line the lawns of the righteous kids
But as for you, among your friends:
Who says Jesús is who he says he is?
And the ghost of Christmas past is gone
And all we get are these old songs
And I will cherish every note
Rattling its way outta your old throat
Christmas in Columbus
Won’t be the same without you, though
You know it’s Christmas in Columbus
Won’t be the same without ya, though
You know, Christmas in Columbus
Won’t be the same without you, though
You know it’s Christmas in Columbus
Won’t be the same without you, though