Natives enslaved by New World explorers.
The torture of children and other holy horrors.
Susan B. Anthony roaming seven hells.
It's on these things that my mind never dwells.

Last year's fruitcake caught in Uncle's windpipe.
Mounds of blood pudding baking in old tripe.
Misplaced rat poison discovered in your soup.
On such subjects my mind's eye won't snoop.

A man in red who's extremely hoary.
Merry carolers singing about The Story.
I'd do most anything to stop their singing.
My mind won't ponder the axe my arm's swinging.

Merry Christmas to you and all of your lot.
Be careful on the road, and try not to get shot.
The holiday season is deadly, you know.
But it can be so easy when you let your mind go.