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211224
\nChristmas with the cats<\/p>\n

It’s time for joy and festive cheer
\nBut things are different this year
\nI could not get back to the states
\nSo now I’ll spend it with me mates
\nThey’re wearing black and amber hats
\nThis year it’s Christmas with the cats
\nIt’s not the same and that’s ok
\nI’ll celebrate a brand new way
\nJust like LA it won’t be white
\nBut over here, the weather’s shite
\nMy parents send me online chats
\nThis year it’s Christmas with the cats
\nI want to party till it’s late
\nBut this year pubs will close at eight
\nNo ugly sweaters on display
\nNo pub crawls on St. Stephen’s Day
\nI blame the feckin’ bureaucrats
\nThis year it’s Christmas with the cats
\nI have to bring a biscuit tin
\nOr else my friends won’t let me in
\nThe wine is mulled, the pudding’s plum
\nThe pies have mince, yeah that sounds dumb
\nThe yummy sweets – the tasty fats
\nThis year it’s Christmas with the cats<\/p>\n