Since year dot, man thought a lot
Why there was no year called zero
The Christ was born, in year one
And already, to many, a hero
But there was no time, before the divine
Moved the goal posts, and gave the ‘sign’
To start the race, and haste, the pace
From a brand-new starting line
But say “Happy Holidays” not “Christmas”
Jesus wouldn’t mind
Exclude nobody, to celebrate
And take more time, to be kind
We just got bored, in the year of our lord
Now the year of our common era
Yet ‘holiday’ still means ‘holy’ day
So all sing ‘Hello loo jar’, ya fool ya!