The posters were hung on the wall with care
In hopes that Taylor Swift would someday be there.
Every Swiftie boy and girl were all snug in their beds
While visions of meeting Taylor were dancing in their heads.
All the non-Swifties settled for their long winter’s nap
while Swiftly and steadily Swifties took out a map
They all arose and started a clatter
Asking “Where is Taylor Swift tonight?” Does it matter?
After all, it’s Swiftmas and we know she’s making a list.
She’s checking it twice and soon we’ll find out who she’s been Taylurking at night.
Look what you made her do. She carried on the tradition.
Swiftmas is something we all should make a mission.
Her crimson red lips say words so softly
“It’s a Swiftmas story. Just say yes”
So we all got out our merch and wore it as planned
because it’s Swiftmas and nothing is better than being a fan.
Gifts galore came in the mail
from Chai Sugar cookies and scented candles too.
She even added a handwritten letter for me and for you.
Swiftmas is something that’s really quite special.
Nothing can stop it. Not even those we knew were trouble.
Are we out of the woods yet?
Is miss Swift here? We here the delivery man is near.
Is she the UPS? Is she bearing gifts?
Soon we will find out on this Merry Swiftmas.
But until then, from her crimson red lips,
Miss Swift will say “Have a Merry Swiftmas”.
