Natal Pra Mim

December has arrived once again
And the family gathers in the backyard
To celebrate what they call Christmas
But this is not Christmas for me

Christmas is mine, and it will be how I want it
I'm going to wear a sweater and listen to a lot of Michael Bublé
And on my Christmas I only eat chocottone
Don't make room for a family member whose name you don't remember
I cut Styrofoam to make snow, yes
This is Christmas for me

And at night they will ask me
Where's your boyfriend?
Is this job real? Does anyone give you money?
Explain again, I didn't understand correctly
But it's okay because Christmas is mine
And who's in the charge is me

Christmas is mine, and it's whatever I want it to be
I grab a whole jar of cinnamon and throw it all at the coffee
And on my Christmas nobody talks about politics
We drown into the turkey and then order pizza
To watch Home Alone

This is
This is
This is Christmas for me!