Lyrics:
Christmas Book

So this is christmas and what have you done another year over and a new one just begun and so this is christmas i hope you have fun the near and

to tease People like you, you don't grow on dreams Look at you, that's what it's gonna be Have everything I need Around my soul book Christmas tree Merry Christmas

night And they do it all through the night Baby, all through the night When the words pour down and the poetry comes And the novel's written and the book

all day Trying to get this money And that Audi 8 in all grey Haters say it's over but you can tell them I'm busy Professor with the books ? with a Smith

drive, stop, park, walk about three blocks To a peep-show booth and meet a girl named Ruth Wasn't sweating the shame, didn't use your real name Booked

why I spit it in my songs So sweet like a photo of your granny's picture Now that you're gone, it hit us Super hard on Thanksgiving an' Christmas, this

Disorganization, forging nations of papers predestinating superhero capers Light sabers my neighbors consist of Mint cookies bent books keys three tennis

doll for Cindy I got a pair o'roller skates for Jane And baby if we ever have any more kids Christmas shoppin's gonna drive me insane Gonna go this Christmas

Three traditional versions of the song from Murder Ballads. Nick's version is also available. Further details (and the actual book Nick edited from) are