Have yourself a Slythy little Christmas
Just do not smile
If you do, we have some some hexes that will change your face

Have yourself a Slythy little Christmas
Just do not sing
If you do, we’ll replace you with the roast

Celebrate in the common room
Where we’re only green, not red
Faithful followers who are scared of us
They kneel before us once more

Through the years we all will rule together
When the Mudbloods die
Hang an elf upon the top of the Christmas tree
And have yourself a Slythy little Christmas now

Faithful followers who are scared of us
They kneel before us once more

Through the years we all will rule together
When the Mudbloods die
But 'til then we'll have to bide our time somehow
And have yourself a Slythy little Christmas now