Mark W. Gray - Happy Birthday Jesus

A friend of mine hates Christmas, he dreads it every year
He's not a fan of eggnog, or snow, or Christmas cheer
It's all so darn commercial, it causes him distress
And it's not because he's Jewish, though that's what I thought you'd guess

What's worse, his birthday's right on Christmas Day
So the whole world's too preoccupied to say

Happy birthday, Jesus, to you we raise a glass
Come out to the party, don't wait for midnight mass
Happy birthday, Jesus, cheer up for heaven's sake
Come blow out your candles, and eat your birthday cake

Every Christmas season, it just gets worse and worse
There's Christmas trees at Costco before September 1st
If he had a girlfriend, it might not be so bad
But it's tough to find romance when you still live with your dad

Oh, happy birthday, Jesus, you're still a real cool guy
We loved it when you split those fish, turned water into wine
Happy birthday, Jesus, glad tidings unto you
Though Rudolph gets the headlines, you're still our favorite Jew

We spend $900 billion on Christmas every year
Much more than back when you were born upon the midnight clear
We buy so much it's shameful, on this I can concur
But I'd rather get an Xbox than frankincense or myrrh

Oh, happy birthday, Jesus, to you we raise a glass
Come out to the party, don't wait for midnight mass
Happy birthday, Jesus, glad tidings unto you
Though Santa brings the presents, we still all love you

Happy birthday, Jesus!

Written by:
Mark Gray

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