a ghetto christmas carol lyrics

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of toys danced in their heads. But Ebenezer Scrooge, who lived just down the road, Was a grumpy old miser, a right old toad. He hated the holidays, and he despised the cheer, He didn't believe in Christmas, not one bit, I fear. He thought the whole thing was nonsense, a waste of time, And he'd rather spend his money on wine.