Another Tear-Jerking Christmas Song

Here’s another tear-jerking Christmas song

About some poor buzzard, everything had gone wrong

Economically challenged, clothes out of style

And at this time of year lived without a smile

Then a child saw this buzzard, made the little boy cry

And spoke to his daddy with a tear in the eye

Said, please don’t give me any presents this year

Use the money on the poor buzzard right over here

And I hope you feel guilty as I sing this song

At least until the next Christmas carol comes on

So when you hear the bells at the local store

You put into the red bucket. . . a quarter or more

Well, his daddy said, “That’s the Christmas spirit”

And said it in a way that the buzzard could hear it

“But remember that your mama is gone

And you and me barely have enough to go on”

When they got back to their new Hummer the little boy said

What-cha talking ‘bout, my mama’s not dead

His daddy said, You just listen here, I said that

‘Cause the buzzard would just buy another beer

And I hope you’re feeling guilty as I sing this song

At least until the next Christmas carol comes on

So when you hear the bells at the local store

You put into the red bucket. . . a quarter or more

November 24, 2006

Words and music by Bill Griffin

I wrote this while out Christmas shopping on Black Friday. I heard another one of those songs which is designed to make you feel guilty and I had enough. I pulled off the road into a Burger King parking lot, got a piece of scrap paper, and penned this song. (I wrote this the same day I wrote "Bring Those Funky Presents Santa".)