Christmas

Silver bells ring in her mashed up brain Standin' still she has to write down these whispered words Low lights brush her ball and chain Christmas time is near despite her mournful chords Santa is coming, kids set yourselves Santa is flyin' high can't you hear them bells? Christmas is joy and cheer Yet Christmas is late this year "Tradition is sacred" as old men once said Sliding on icy grounds, carols whirling in the storm She used to decorate the trees that bled Mistletoe and tinsels, her fireside grew so warm Santa is coming, so set yourselves Santa is flyin' high can't you hear them bells? Christmas is joy and cheer Yet Christmas is late this year She unwraps her charms through red ribbons and gold She stares at the sky full of stars, yet she finds none Cold winds grip her wounded heart grown so old She can't hear Santa's call, thinks Christmas' gone Yet suddenly crawling, scraping on the snow Sweet songs and holy lights blow Christmas knocks on your rusted door Open up and it'll amaze you once more Feel it coming, the Christmas train is gonna make you smile again Feel it coming, snowflakes rest on rooftops, relieve your pain Santa is coming, come on set yourselves Santa is flyin', high you can hear them bells Christmas is joy, hopes and cheer At last Christmas has come this year Christmas is here, my babe blue dear.