My Man Hates Christmas

I used to walk down Christmas Tree Lane To see the lights shining and Santa ride in his sleigh Now there's a cloud that comes every year He doesn't know how to show holiday cheer My man hates Christmas More than anyone I know Can't stand the stockings Avoids the mistletoe My man hates Christmas We haven't got a tree There'll be no gifts This year for me On Christmas Eve, the carolers sing Of all the joy and all the love this season brings But not for us, he's not that way Now Christmas morn is just like every other day My man hates Christmas More than anyone I know Can't stand the stockings Avoids the mistletoe My man hates Christmas We haven't got a tree There'll be no gifts This year for me There'll be no gifts This year for me