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Christmas Day and New Year's are just around the cornerDon't say I didn't warn you but it might not come this yearor even next year, or even the year after, no sounds of joy and laughter full of holiday cheer'cause long, long ago, these people called the Mayanswho looked just like Hawaiians without those loud Hawaiian shirtswith printed flowers, they counted down the hours and minutes and the seconds till the last day here on EarthThey wrote down in their calendar the day that we expire now it's "oops, party over, out of time"from deep within their Mayan ruins Christmas will be ruined by the Mayans almost overnightand there won't be any Christmas if the Mayans are right.I wonder how they'll do it? Did a Mayan god say, "Screw it!These humans with their Facebook status updates and their TweetsThey nauseate me, they're really going to hate mewhen their smart phones burst in flames creating panic in the streets.Then lightning bolts will spring from Chichen Itza while choking down their pizzas at the local mall, thentall and evil spacemen will greet the human race and present us with a cook book. aptly titled "To Serve Man"They'll overrun the planet all because the way we ran it didn't satisfy the gods in all their mightfrom deep within their Mayan ruins Christmas will be ruined by the Mayans, what a dreadful sightand there won't be any Christmas if the Mayans are right.Forget about Thanksgiving cause here comes Black FridayDecember 21st also falls on a FridayDecember 21st will be worse than Black FridayEven worse than Rebecca Black singing FridayLetras de cancionesPeople at the disco sing "Thank God, It's Friday"People at the disco sing "Thank God, It's Friday"People at the disco sing "Thank God, It's Friday"I think we kind of strayed from happens that FridayAnd when the day approaches, there'll nothing left but cockroaches and Hostess Twinkies, what a dreadful sight.From deep within their Mayan ruins we'll see Christmas ruined by the Mayans, almost over nightso you better start to shout and you better start to cry and you better start to pout, I'm telling' you whythere won't be any Christmas if the Mayans are right. From Letras Mania