Dear Mr. Bah Humbug
Why is it that it seems
That the angel atop the Christmas Tree
Doesn't fill your eyes with glee
Why do you sit by idly
Watching others light the tree
Just how cold and dark now is your heart
If it's all about money

Dear Mr. Bah Humbug
Could you kindly tell me sir
What is it that prevents you
Celebrating His birth
Wasn't only for me
That he chose to come to earth
Came so you might have abundant life
As for love, he loved us first

Dear Mr. Bah Humbug
What would it take for me
To separate you from your
Adopted cynical mien
If only for a moment
What would it take for me
To ignite in you some spark of
Happy Christmas memories

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...
Deck the halls with boughs of holly...
Hark, the herald angels sing...
Whatever it is, tell me please...

You see the holly bears a berry
As read as any blood,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good

The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn
Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn

Adapted from "The Holly and the Ivy," a traditional English Carol.

Copyright © 2000 Dawson Cowals.