(Verse 1)
Tree lights flicker, cocoa spills,
Abby’s yelling, “Who ate all the cookie fills?!”
Laney’s dancing like she’s TikTok famous,
Mom’s like: “Move over before you break the ornaments!”
Junior’s building forts from wrapping paper,
Frank’s snatching candy canes like it’s a caper,
Keighliana’s singing loud like a holiday diva,
And Drew calls in like, “Don’t forget Dad’s pizza!”
We put the phone on speaker, let the chaos roll,
Dad’s laughing so hard he might lose control,
He says, “I’m still your dad, even stuck behind bars,”
Kids yell, “You better send presents… don’t blame Santa’s car!”
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(Chorus)
🎶 Santa’s got us on collect calls,
Jingling through those prison walls.
Dad’s still the hero of our Christmas craze,
Even if he's stuck in a place with trays.
We’re loud, we’re wild, love don't quit—
Even when the tree falls… yeah, Junior did it.
Locked up or not, it’s true, it’s lit,
This Christmas belongs to Dad and our crazy clique! 🎶
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(Verse 2)
Abby’s bossing everyone with big sister pride,
Laney’s making snow angels… inside.
Junior taped his stocking to Oreo the dog,
Frank swears he didn’t do it… but we all know that’s a hog.
Keighliana’s trying to feed cookies to his face,
Oreo’s like, “Thank you, yes, I’ll take another taste!”
The lights blow out — kids panic fast,
Then yell, “IT WAS THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST!”
Mom sighs, knowing she plugged the air fryer twice,
But she lets them blame the ghost… ‘cause hey, it sounds nice.
Drew’s still laughing through static and noise,
Saying, “Man, I miss you knucklehead boys.”
“And those loud girls too,” he adds real quick,
They shout, “DAD, WE’RE AWESOME — LIKE ELVES ON A STICK!”
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(Chorus)
🎶 Santa’s got us on collect calls,
Ho-ho-holding through the prison walls.
Dad’s still the dad we love so much,
Even if he can’t bake cookies we trust.
We duct-tape love like holiday art,
‘Cause nothing can lock away family hearts.
Yeah, Dad’s locked up, but we don’t stop —
Christmas hits harder than Frank’s soda pop! 🎶
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(Bridge)
We send him glitter cards (he’ll sparkle for days),
He’s like, “Why y’all trying to blind me in these hallways?!”
Reindeer we draw look like horses with fleas,
But Dad says, “That’s Picasso — straight from my mini Mes!”
Bars can’t block the holiday cheer,
Cause love travels farther than Santa’s reindeer.
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(Final Chorus)
🎶 Santa’s got us on collect calls,
Still hearing our chaos through the walls.
Dad’s still our dad, our Christmas king,
Even if the guards come when he sings.
Abby, Laney, Junior, Frank, and Kei —
We’re a loud holiday storm in every way!
Locked up or free, what’s true we know,
This Christmas is love, and it’s Drew we show! 🎶
