13 Days of Christmas

 

Thirteen days before Christmas

He's already dressed in his red suit

He’s got his white beard and his bag of gifts on his back

But the door is still locked

And all the windows remain barred

Even the chimney’s been blocked

And all the reindeer know he loves to slide down it

To give her a gift

And a kiss under her mistletoe

But he doesn’t want to barge in

Maybe there’s a fire in the fireplace

So he starts to leave, unable to breathe out a single “Ho!”

And as the sleigh glides against the light of the desert moon, he thought,

“This Christmas, like the past Christmases, isn’t white but blue…”