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Oh honey, your Christmas tree's looking so sad,
Drooping and leaning—it's practically bad.
Tinsel and glitter? Oh, you call that chic?
This is not the vibe I bring every week.
Oh please, sweetie, your wreath's a disgrace,
Crooked and dusty—what a basic case.
You strut like you're Santa, all merry and fine,
But your gift-wrap skills? A holiday crime.
Slay bells are ringing, the sass is in the air,
Throwing shade like snowflakes, honey, we don't care.
We're the kings of Christmas, the queens of the sleigh,
Serving holiday drama in the fiercest way!
I saw your cookies—they were burned and bland,
Bet Santa's skipping your Pinterest plan.
My cocoa's hot, my marshmallows divine,
Your peppermint stick? Looks past its prime.
Well at least I'm festive, you Grinch in disguise,
That sweater's a crime—can't believe my eyes.
You're gifting me socks? Oh, how avant-garde,
Bet you re-gifted last year's gift card.
Slay bells are ringing, the sass is in the air,
Throwing shade like snowflakes, honey, we don't care.
We're the kings of Christmas, the queens of the sleigh,
Serving holiday drama in the fiercest way!
Did you really hang a wreath inside your bathroom?
Honey, it's called "ambiance." Maybe Google it.
Ambiance? That place smells like pine despair.
Says the man who hung up last year's lights. Tragic.
Slay bells are ringing, the tea is extra hot,
Christmas queens together, giving all we've got.
We'll bicker and we'll banter, but at the end of the day,
We're fabulous, fierce, and slaying the sleigh!
So let's raise a glass, with some eggnog cheer,
Even shady queens need love this year.
Slay bells are ringing, oh what a delight,
Merry Christmas, darling—now turn off the light!