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Some reluctance to join the family...

Do I have to go to Christmas

by Reese Turner

Do I have to go to Christmas With your fam-ly at their mobile home Even though its double-wide Has more smoke than fire inside And, there ain’t no yard where I can roam.   Now, the turkeys and the fruitcakes And all the nuts in your fam-ly tree Get too deep in Christmas spirits Yellin’ things I hate to hear-its Just not fun - it’s a funny-farm to me.   Just tell ‘em I got a cold, tell ‘em I tore my pants or Tell ‘em I ran off with Dancer and Prancer Tell ‘em if the phone rings, I must be here to answer You just go.  You just go. Pleeeeease!   Honey, you know I love you, and I’d Love to have a Christmas here with you But, with all your fam-ly ties, The loaded guns, the bloodshot eyes, That Christmas is sure more than I can do!   Just tell ‘em I got a cold, tell ‘em I tore my pants or Tell ‘em I ran off with Dancer and Prancer Tell ‘em if the phone rings, I must be here to answer You just go.  You just go. Pleeeeease!   Do I have to go to Christmas With your fam-ly at their mobile home Even though its double-wide Has more smoke than fire inside And, there ain’t no yard where I can roam.