The children carol.
Not out of love for Jesus.
They just want money.

Future prostitutes.
Preachers or politicians.
Singing out of tune.

I tell them "Shut up!
Go away and don't come back!
Until you can sing!"

Talentless monkeys.
Fleas from a street dog's backside.
Begging for my blood.

Proof there is no God.
If there were, he would kill them.
So that's their purpose.