I look from my window
Upon a
street of cheer
And as I
look upon the scene
As
Christmas day draws near
I pray that
this good will
Could last
throughout the year
I look from my window
Upon a
street of cheer
And as I
look upon the scene
As
Christmas day draws near
I pray that
this good will
Could last
throughout the year
She likes surprises
And at
Christmas even more
So, I do
what I can
To give her
surprises galore
Each year
it gets harder
But I do
what I can
This year I
will tell her
I haven’t
always been a man
Is Christmas day on Friday this year?
I think
that it is, that’s what I hear
I’m one of those
superstitious men
So, let's
hope it's not the 13th then
Since the snow began to fall
My wife has
done nothing at all
But stare
blankly through the window
As the snow
lays snow on snow
If it
continues in this way
We shall
have a white Christmas day
But my wife
stares through the glass
As the snow
falls thick and fast
Sadly, if
it gets any worse outside
I'll have
to let her come inside
Well, it’s that time of year again
The time when
we feign gladness
When we all
get caught up
In the
annual collective madness
The time of
year when we pretend
The world
is not full of badness
We buy more drink than can be drunk
We buy more
food than can be eaten
We give
more gifts than can be appreciated
But for fun
Christmas can’t be beaten
It can only be Christmas
When the
sane start acting funny
Going nuts
for Christmas’s sake
And spending
too much money
Even the
levelheaded slip
And fall at
the Christmas season
Swept along
with the throng
Losing all
sense of reason
Why does it
always happen?
Why does
madness always descend?
It seems
that the less people have
The more
they want to spend
So desperate
not to miss out
And to have
their share of festive cheer
They have a
very happy Christmas
And pay the
price all the coming year