Fuck it, I hate Christmas, But not the quiet peace, No forced smiles, no pretending, Just me and some relief. No awkward dining tables, No “how you been?” replies, Just takeaway and candlelight And time that’s finally mine. Chorus: Fuck it, I hate Christmas, But I love being alone, No wrapping paper expectations, No ringing phones. Let the world keep singing loudly, I’ll stay home and coexist— Yeah, fuck it, I hate Christmas, But I’m good like this. Tinsel feels like pressure, Fake joy in plastic trees, I’ll trade it for my own damn space And unapologetic peace. No countdowns, no traditions That never fit my skin, I’ll make my own damn holiday And call that a win. Outro: Snow can fall, bells can ring, I won’t miss a thing— Fuck it, I hate Christmas, But I finally feel okay.
