(To be sung to the familiar tune we all know so well)
Trump's dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones he used to know.
Where stores segregate and black folks listen
To hear those echoes of Jim Crow.
Trump's dreaming of a white Christmas
With every ethnic group he slights.
May his days be full of poison spite
And may all his Christmases be white.
Trump's dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones he used to know.
Where money glistens and children listen
To this blowhard brag about his dough.
Trump's dreaming of a white Christmas
With every dumbass he incites.
Oh, his words are hateful and trite
And his vaunted ambition our blight.
