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Let's cheer up our dear old friend
Cause when the year comes to an end
There's pounds of fun to celebrate
Like friends and cheer and games and cake
Let's make this your favorite holiday
By getting blitzed and sledding away
And if there ain't no snow on the ground
We can still turn up and we'll show you how

Let's decorate with pretty lights
And stay indoors on cold dark nights
And talk and laugh the night away
A mistletoe kiss isn't gay
As long as there's nog left in your cup
We can play outside but just bundle up
It's my place or yours for a Christmas bash
We can light our trees but not get too smashed

Find your gifts at the shopping race
Then get home and start up the fireplace
And get someone to rub your feet
And gorge yourself on Christmas treats
And were you good or did you steal
Doesn't matter cause Santa Claus ain't real
So don't you fret you'll still get toys
And spend time with your Christmas boys

I think we've made our mission clear
Infect you with holiday cheer
So we present our Christmas gift
To you our Christmas boy named Mitch
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Let's cheer up our dear old friend
Cause when the year comes to an end
There's pounds of fun to celebrate
Like friends and cheer and games and cake
Let's make this your favorite holiday
By getting blitzed and sledding away
And if there ain't no snow on the ground
We can still turn up and we'll show you how

Let's decorate with pretty lights
And stay indoors on cold dark nights
And talk and laugh the night away
A mistletoe kiss isn't gay
As long as there's nog left in your cup
We can play outside but just bundle up
It's my place or yours for a Christmas bash
We can light our trees but not get too smashed

Find your gifts at the shopping race
Then get home and start up the fireplace
And get someone to rub your feet
And gorge yourself on Christmas treats
And were you good or did you steal
Doesn't matter cause Santa Claus ain't real
So don't you fret you'll still get toys
And spend time with your Christmas boys

I think we've made our mission clear
Infect you with holiday cheer
So we present our Christmas gift
To you our Christmas boy named Mitch
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Writer: Cody Hodgson, Jesse McIntosh, Logan Dobbs, Max Moeglein
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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