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…”