It's Christmas, post-Brexit
We finally got it done
It's Christmas, post-Brexit
Good cheer to everyone
It's Christmas, post-Brexit
The stars light up the sky
But thanks to customs checks
Santa's not due till mid-July

It's Christmas, post-Brexit
There's magic in the air
Instead of turkey we're roasting voles
And there's only one to share
It's Christmas, post-Brexit
There's a brandy butter drought
But irony of ironies
There's tonnes of Brussels Sprouts

Granny won't be here this year
Not to spoil the festive glow
'Cause her medication was delayed
And she snuffed it weeks ago
But there's still time for fun and games
So everyone join in
We'll fight a stranger to the death
For the last shot of insulin

It's Christmas, post-Brexit
Presents are made by hand
Since tarrifs are so high now
Filling stockings costs five grand
It's Christmas, post-Brexit
There's no trees anywhere
So we'll decorate a nearby hedge
With tinsel made of hair

When a child is born a
Brand new stable now awaits
'Cause we sold off all the hospitals
Dirt cheap to the USA
But we got something in return
It's not been all one way
Half-off Ivanka's new biography
Gift wrapped for Christmas Day!

It's Christmas, post-Brexit
All the snow is fake
'Cause when we heard it blew in from abroad
We deported every flake
It's Christmas, post-Brexit
There's no ham to be found
But, never fear, there's plenty of
Fresh gammon to go round

Written by Intermittent Explosive Disorder
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