Just when I thought the shopping was done, we found out that it is not. Ugh. Must get out to the stores before the storm hits. In the meantime, please enjoy a holiday-inspired take on Depeche Mode's "People Are People."

Presents Are Presents

Presents are presents
So why should it be
The one from Uncle Eddie smells so awfully
Presents are presents
So why should it be
The one from Uncle Eddie smells so awfully

So they’re different colors
And they’re different shapes
But one’s a step closer
To the Pearly Gates
It’s obvious he hates me
Though I’ve done nothing wrong
Except posting those photos
Of him wearing a thong

I can’t get a grip
What makes a gift
Feel like such a rip
Christmas is a trip

Presents are presents
So why should it be
The one from Uncle Eddie smells so awfully
Presents are presents
So why should it be
The one from Uncle Eddie smells so awfully

Christmas is a trip
Christmas is a trip

They’re all pointing
And they’re laughing
And they’re waving with glee
Pushing Eddie’s present closer to me
So far it hasn’t blown up
You lucky boys and girls
It’s the tell-tale scent of old milk
That makes me want to hurl

I can’t get a grip
What makes a gift
Feel like such a rip
Christmas is a trip

Presents are presents
So why should it be
The one from Uncle Eddie smells so awfully
Presents are presents
So why should it be
The one from Uncle Eddie smells so awfully

I can’t get a grip
What makes a gift
Feel like such a rip
Christmas is a trip


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