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The song balances humor with genuine frustration - it's funny but also honest about how exhausting and emotionally draining dysfunctional family gatherings can be.

Home for the holidays (God help me)

Packing up my car on Christmas Eve
Got my fake smile ready and my armor underneath
Three hundred miles to childhood's door
Where love and resentment settle the score

Mom's already texting about my weight
Dad wants to know why I'm still not married yet
Sister's bringing her perfect kids to show
Uncle Jerry's drunk before the turkey's done, I know

The tree is up, the lights are bright
Everything looks picture perfect from the outside
But I know what's waiting there for me
Another holly jolly catastrophe

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Where passive aggression flows so free
Between the eggnog and the family tree
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Silent night turns into World War Three
This is why I moved across the country

Grandma's asking why I'm still alone
While my cousin's on his third wife and second home
Brother's bragging about his Christmas bonus
Sister-in-law keeps posting lies about us

Politics come up before dessert
Someone's feelings are about to get hurt
Mom's in the kitchen having a meltdown
Dad's in the garage trying not to hear the sound

The stockings hung with so much care
Can't hide the tension floating in the air
Every year I tell myself I'm done
But here I am, the prodigal son

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Where passive aggression flows so free
Between the eggnog and the family tree
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Silent night turns into World War Three
This is why I moved across the country

Maybe next year I'll stay away
Book a flight to somewhere far, escape the fray
But guilt's a gift that keeps on giving
And family means pretending we're all living

The dream we sold ourselves so long ago
Before we knew that love could feel like obligation
Before the cracks began to show
In this picture-perfect situation

Jingle bells, someone yells
Aunt Karen's had too much wine
Peace on Earth, goodwill to men
Unless you're family of mine

Deck the halls with boughs of awkward
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be martyred
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Where dysfunction's wrapped so carefully
Beneath the ribbons and the Christmas tree
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Counting down till I can leave
This is my yuletide tragedy

I'm home for the holidays, God help me
Smiling through my misery
One more year of this insanity
I'm home for the holidays, God help me
At least there's wine and therapy
Merry Christmas to my family

Three more days till I can go
Back to the life that they don't know
Home for the holidays, God help me
Home for the holidays, God help me
Next year I'm spending Christmas alone

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