I’m dreaming of a white supremacist Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where my Klan hood glistens and children listen
To Grandpa reading “Mein Kampf” in the snow
I’m dreaming of a white supremacist Christmas
With every Christmas card I can barely write
May your days be overflowing with spite
And may all your daughter’s boyfriends be white
I’m dreaming of a white supremacist Christmas
Just like the ones I used to love
Where the burning cross is blazing bright
And children goosestep through the night