[ Featuring Pollyanna ]
Falling like my tears on the floor,
It is falling down on me
Slamming like the door when you're gone,
It just slammed into my face
So I'll keep the cakes that you made,
In my kitchen, until next Christmas
And the chocolate Jesus
In the calendar you brought back for us
Will now taste bitter on my tongue
And I hate sugar and sweets
Santa Claus's biscuits and cinnamon treats
