Oh, the snow's piling up like Aunt Mildred's soufflé,
The turkey’s a diva, won’t thaw for the day,
Uncle Joe’s got his fiddle, but he’s lost his bow,
And the cat’s in the tinsel—what a holiday show!
But the fire’s crackling, the nog’s got a bite,
Family chaos, but it feels so right.
Do the Fruitcake Shuffle, pass it around,
It’s a brick, it’s a loaf, it’s a holiday crown.
Twirl with the tinsel, jingle your toes,
The Fruitcake Shuffle—everybody knows!
Grandma’s knitting socks that don’t match a pair,
Cousin Lou’s on the trombone, he’s gasping for air,
The accordion wheezes like a frosty old sled,
And the gingerbread men are all missing their heads.
But the lights are twinkling, the punch packs a fizz,
A mishmash of mayhem—this is what Christmas is!
Do the Fruitcake Shuffle, spin ‘round the tree,
It’s dense, it’s intense, and it’s gluten-free.
Bounce with the baubles, sway with the bows,
The Fruitcake Shuffle—it’s how the season goes!