Oh happy days now the holidays are over

for a woman the holidays are hell

more cleaning, more cooking

and everyone seems to do nothing but yell

kids are yelling for more toys

your man yelling for more beer

the kitchen looks like shit

and you're praying for the new year

not because of the good cheer

but an end of the constant cleaning

the constant bitching and relative's bickering

the kids ruining the kitchens gleaming

the dogs are shedding everywhere

the cats are trying to sneak some dinner

the bills are constantly piling up

You realize Santa is not such a winner

It's you who toil for everyone else

getting nothing even for yourself

You want to kill the person ringing the bell at doors

giving you headaches and stealing for Santa's stupid elf

and then to ad insult to injury, the holidays glory

goes to dad, to Santa, to these stupid small elves

not to the woman, it goes to everyone else

the woman's award not even on the shelves

so if your wondering why she's not smiling till New Years day

because she secretly has nothing but loathing and hatin

for that fat man in the red suit and his eight reindeer

she's thinking Santa's name can also spell Satan