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take cover!

Gather round our festive table where no peace is found
In this house of yuletide chaos tensions start to mount
Herring and meatballs serving size creates the battle line
Auntie's glare like winter frost says for the last time

Dinner's set our troops align
Herring fights the line unseen
Meatballs march and candles shine
Glaring pork in mustard green

It´s a relative disaster

Silent Night they said but bombs of words fly high
The Goos cold as ice the glögg will never dry
Holding ground with beetroot salad shielded from the storm
Fork and knife in hands we fight to keep us warm

Fighting forks across the feast
Ham and gravlax clash and cheer
In this war of meals increased
Truce is called once we clear

It´s a relative disaster

Gran and Gramps they stake their claim
On the plates of endless fare
Cheese and bread in hungry game
No one's safe from famished glare

Uncle Sven’s got grand opinions Grandma's rolling eyes
Christmas cheer is flammable where each small slight ignites
Every slice of ham a trench we dig to hold our ground
Carrying on traditions where no victory is found

It´s a relative disaster

Silent Night they said but bombs of words fly high
The Goos cold as ice the glögg will never dry
Holding ground with beetroot salad shielded from the storm
Fork and knife in hands we fight to keep us warm

Fighting forks across the feast
Ham and gravlax clash and cheer
In this war of meals increased
Truce is called once we clear

It´s a relative disaster

Egg grenades they fly
Over aisles of pickled plains
Uncle's tactics running dry
Silent nights erupt in flames

Aunt's potato front in force
Secret sauce meets lingon jam
Victor claims the gravy source
Peace declared with Christmas ham

Let the candles flicker in this battlefield we dine
Mistletoe’s no broker of the peace we cannot find
But through the chaos laughter rises like a truce brand new
In this war of love and food Christmas unites the crew

It´s a relative disaster

Silent Night they said but bombs of words fly high
The Goos cold as ice the glögg will never dry
Holding ground with beetroot salad shielded from the storm
Fork and knife in hands we fight to keep us warm

Fighting forks across the feast
Ham and gravlax clash and cheer
In this war of meals increased
Truce is called once we clear

It´s a relative disaster

Silent night
holy night
All is calm
all is bright