[Intro – spoken, dry] Welcome to the season. If you’re already overwhelmed, please proceed to assemble your Christmas first aid kit. [Verse 1] Step one: take one stiff smile, tape it to your face, add a double shot of something in a mug marked “grace”. Fold in three deep breaths you don’t quite get through, and a list of things you’ll “deal with when the holidays are through”. Throw in one fake laugh for every backhand cheer, one “it’s fine, don’t worry” you don’t mean this year. Wrap it in a sweater that still smells like stress, call it “family tradition”, call it “Sunday best”. [Pre-Chorus] It’s for bruises you can’t show, for the jokes that go too low. [Chorus] This is my Christmas first aid kit, I’m not fine, I’m festive, I won’t quit. Slap a bow on every crack, say “I’m blessed”, no turning back. Christmas first aid kit, fake the glow, delay the hit. If I’m here, I’m doing it – pass the Christmas first aid kit. [Verse 2] Step two: put in plasters for your bitten tongue, for the “same old questions” since you first were young. Add some extra napkins for the wine you’ll spill, and the tears you’ll wipe in the bathroom still. Drop in one small bottle “for anxiety relief”, label says “prosecco”, dosage: “drink and breathe”. Something to help it slide when the talk gets tight, so the night keeps moving and you don’t ignite. [Pre-Chorus 2] It’s for wounds beneath the jokes, for the truth that always chokes. [Chorus] This is my Christmas first aid kit, I’m not fine, I’m festive, I won’t quit. Slap a bow on every crack, say “I’m blessed”, no turning back. Christmas first aid kit, laugh too loud so nothing splits. If I’m here, I’m doing it – pass the Christmas first aid kit. [Bridge – gut punch] It’s for hosts who roast the turkey but feel missing from the room, for the ones who light the candles just to sit behind the gloom. For the kid inside your ribcage no one asks about all year, who just wants one honest evening that’s not dressed up as “good cheer”. [Breakdown – chant] Tape it, wrap it, hide the rip, bite your tongue and take a sip. Smile on, swallow all of it, grab your Christmas first aid kit. Breathe in, count to ten, say “never again”… then again. We all break a little bit – same old kit, same counterfeit. [Final Chorus] This is our Christmas first aid kit, we’re not fine, we’re festive, we won’t quit. Slap a bow on every crack, call it “magic”, gloss the lack. Christmas first aid kit, holding hearts with paper wit. If we’re here, we’re doing it – sing it loud and don’t submit: Christmas first aid kit, Christmas first aid kit, I’m not fine, I’m festive – this is my Christmas first aid kit. [Outro – spoken, softer] If you opened the box and everything inside is tired, congratulations. You still showed up. That counts.
