God rest ye weary separatists
God rest you weary separatists Let nothing you dismay Remember how your thin-skinned hurt made Christmas go away To save us from religion’s snare And keep the creche at bay Oh tidings of bah and humbug, bah humbug Oh tidings of bah and humbug. We must not say the dread “C” word Instead say “holiday” For if someone should utter such it could produce dismay And their offense is too intense It makes them run away Oh tidings of bah and humbug, Oh tidings of bah and humbug The ACLU huffs and puffs Whenever they do see A baby in a manger sitting by a Christmas tree For Jesus brings them no delight On public property Oh tidings of bah and humbug, bah and humbug Oh tidings of bah and humbug Though citizens throughout the land Think these displays are blessed The separatists are angry o’er the one who is distressed And rather than just get along They sue and bring unrest Oh tidings of bah and humbug, bah and humbug Oh tidings of bah and humbug The ACLU gets angry If you mention Christmas trees And when you do they’ll try to sue and get attorneys’ fees They’ll throw a fit and yell and spit Until you’re on your knees Oh tidings of bah and humbug, bah and humbug Oh tidings of bah and humbug So if you love the season Don’t be cowed by these mean types And remember the reason And not all the silly hypes And celebrate it proudly and ignore their petty gripes Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy
bah and humbug