A long, long time ago,
In a season filled with snow,
I can still remember how
Santa made our spirits glow.
But December made us shiver
With every gift we'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep,
Our snowman's head was severed.

So bye, bye to Christmas time,
Toys all broken, not worth a dime.
The elves were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This'll be the day gifts die.
This'll be the day gifts die."

Did you believe in Frosty's soul?
And did you have faith in the North Pole?
If Santa tells you so?
Now, do you believe in Christmas glow?
Well, I know the Grinch was in love with snow
'Cause I saw him dancing in the pale moon's glow.
He was a grumpy, green believer
In a season that was so eager.

Bye, bye to Christmas time,
Toys all broken, not worth a dime.
The elves were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This'll be the day gifts die.
This'll be the day gifts die."

Now, for many years, we've sung and praised
The holidays, the nights ablaze.
But something touched us deep inside
The day St. Nick lost his pride.

Oh, and while Santa was looking down,
His reindeer were just fooling around.
The elves were feeling ready
To go steady,
With a break-up that wasn't so merry.

And as the presents were all unwrapped,
The Christmas magic slowly snapped.
No more caroling, no more cheer,
Just a longing for another year.

Bye, bye to Christmas time,
Toys all broken, not worth a dime.
The elves were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This'll be the day gifts die.
This'll be the day gifts die."

They were singing, "Bye, bye to Christmas time,
Toys all broken, not worth a dime."
They were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This'll be the day gifts die."
This'll be the day gifts die.