DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW, ON A PAIR OF BROKEN SKIS,OVER THE HILLS WE GO, CRASHING INTO TREES. THE SNOW IS TURNING RED, I THINK I'M ALMOST DEAD, I WAKE UP IN THE HOSPITIAL WITH STITCHES THROUGH MY HEAD. OHHHHHHHHHHH, JINGLE BELLS GO TO H*LL, I HATE CHRISTMAS SEE,