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Sesame Street: Oscar Hates Christmas



[MUSIC PLAYING] MR. HOOPER: Well, I'll
see you later, Bob. I have a little errand to do. BOB: OK, Mr. Hooper. Oh, Mr. Hooper? MR. HOOPER: Yes. BOB: Happy Hanukkah. MR. HOOPER: Thank you, Bob. And a merry Christmas to you. OSCAR: Merry Christmas,
merry Christmas. Huh, I hope their Christmas
trees get termites. [SINGING] I can't think of anything
that's dumber. To a grouch, Christmas
is a bummer. Beaming faces everywhere,
happiness is in the air. I'm telling you,
it isn't fair. I hate Christmas. People loaded with
goodwill, giving presents, what a thrill. That slushy nonsense
makes me ill. I hate Christmas. I'd rather have a holiday
like normal Grouches do. Instead of getting presents,
they take presents back from you. Here comes Santa,
girls and boys. So who needs that
big, red noise? I'll tell him where
to put his toys. I hate Christmas. And if you want the truth,
I ain't so crazy about Thanksgiving or Labor
Day either. Christmas carols to be sung,
decorations to be hung. Oh, yeah, well I stick
out my tongue. I hate Christmas. Christmas bells play loud and
strong, hurts my ears all that ding dong. Besides, it goes on
much too long. I hate Christmas. I'd rather have a holiday with a
lot less joy and flash, with a lot of less cheerful
smiling, and a lot more dirty trash. Yeah! Christmas day is almost here. When it's over, then I cheer. I'm glad it's only
once a year. I hate Christmas!

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