Double Lined Minority - Ex On Christmas

I don't have much to say but
I'd like to say some more
Before I leave these thoughts shut
Behind your seasoned door
I haven't been in naughty
It's Christmas Eve you've dumped me
Far beyond the mistetoe
Waiting for it to explode
Is this why they call it Xmas?
Money in my wallet
Presents in my stockings
Hoping Santa's coming
Fill up the tree with boxes
This year ain't my business
Because this list won't get finished
All that I want is my Ex back on Christmas
The season's to be jolly
And spend until you drop
Lie to the kids that he's real
With lots of love and stuff
And even if I do get
All the gifts in the world
I might have enough for next year
But I still need you girl
Is this why they call it Xmas
Please don't be that Ex on Christmas
I got your presents figured out
Your name in lights cover my house
Your pictures deck the halls and all around
I'll have myself wrapped with regret
Faced down outside your front door step
Wishing the best I never had