Panda-fing-monium.

Panda-fing-monium.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

Christmas spirit, mulled wine smells.

But why do we do it all,

To the sound of tiny rattling bells ?

Streets crowded, fit for a bursting,

Merry music is filling the air.

Bulging shops are going flat out crazy,

And the gleeful greedy children everywhere.

Jingle bells, Santa is coming,

See him in his expensive grotto.

Take the kids if you dare,

“Give us all your money,” is their motto.

Fight your way to beat the rush,

And guard your valuables with your life.

It's only here for a few weeks a year,

Before we return to the usual strife.