6 December: I'm Going Postal for Christmas
b'I\\u2019m Going Postal For Christmas\\n\\nI\\u2019ve been cooking food for days now\\nTurkey\\u2019s on the tray\\nIt\\u2019s way past autumn baby, no time for making hay\\nBut my lover isn\\u2019t home yet\\nHe really should be hear\\nAnd my gravy\\u2019s getting weaker as I add my salty tears\\n\\nAnd she says \\u201coh no\\u201d\\nAnd she says \\u201coh no\\u201d\\nMy lover ain\\u2019t home\\nAnd my turkey\\u2019s gone cold\\n\\nHe said she was a trifle\\nIt did not mean a thing\\nRomance should not be stifled\\nAt an office party fling\\nBut boy when I first saw her\\nIt made alarm bells ring\\nThey\\u2019re drowning out the church bells going ding-a-ling-aling\\n\\nI\\u2019m basting with a vengence\\nCooking up a stew\\nAnd in my sprouts I\\u2019m carving\\nSome cross-hairs just for you\\nAnd if Santa Claus comes sliding down that sooty Christmas flue\\nHe\\u2019s going to get what\\u2019s coming\\nCos these sprouts ain\\u2019t just for you'