I'm stuck inside a beige Christmas,
Full to the brim with leaden prose,
Where the Words inspire
Ennui and ire,
And my hatred for canon abuse grows

I'm stuck inside a beige Christmas,
And praying I can last the night...
Characters are insipid and trite,
It's their faces I wish to ignite...

I'm stuck inside a beige Christmas,
And praying neuralyzers might
Just end these poor abused canons' plight,
Let's get started. Look into the light...