EVERYTIME I SHAKE MY HEAD (IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS). Everytime I shake my head. It's like Christmas. Was it coincidence or incidents. That had me wearing white shirts all the time. Every time I shake my head. It's Kris Kringle. And every time I brush my hair. Bells jingle. Itching leads to scratching leads to scalp chunk in my nails. My shampoo fails. My hopes and hairs run down the drain. (what a pain). It's not meant to be Christmas all the time. It's 93 degrees outside. And it's snowing. I'm Mr. Unsure lacking pride. And it's showing. Shaking heads are flaking. Dead skin on my shoulders. All the older shineheads point and giggle at my plight. (and that aint right). It's not meant to be Christmas all the time. Call it HARassed or harASSED. I've been embarrassed in the past. And now at last I've given up on reason. (not on rhyme). It's not meant to be Christmas all the time