to wear on Christmas day
inspired by a friend who’ll wear
his signature beret
Few giraffes are thus endowed
with elegance and style
and none compete with Edwin
and his enigmatic smile
Edwin has a Santa hat
to wear on Christmas day inspired by a friend who’ll wear his signature beret Few giraffes are thus endowed with elegance and style and none compete with Edwin and his enigmatic smile I could still get by
if the sky weren’t blue if four wasn’t always two and two I could live up a creek without a canoe and even stop playing the didgeridoo but I couldn’t get by without you my love no, I couldn’t get by without you I could soldier on as I’ve learned to do and not succumb to the old boohoo I could even get by if the truth weren’t true and exist with minimal hullaballoo but I couldn’t get by without you my love no, I couldn’t get by without you Tell me a story a bedtime story sing me a sweet lullaby I’m looking for laughter and happy ever after and a slice of that pie in the sky I can’t turn over and go to sleep without a little make-believe so tell me a story a bedtime story oh please, it’s Christmas Eve! There’s a certain type of turbulence into which a family drifts caused by odd misunderstandings when it comes to giving gifts So I think it would behoove us (with an eye on cost of living) to recall that it’s the thought that counts and change our way of giving I could give you an inch you could give me a mile now, what could be better than that? You could give me a break or a piece of your mind (let’s agree to exchange tit for tat) You could give me a look I could give you the slip but the chase that you’d give would be brief! Let’s all give the impression we’ll survive the recession and then give a sigh of relief Dear Father Christmas hello, it's me again I'm hoping you can send us some relief from all our pain We’re hurting on the stock exchange we're hurting in the streets we've taken such a beating from the shysters and the cheats We thought we could live comfortably on what our savings earned but regulators fiddled while our precious nest egg burned The future’s looking bleak for us salvation would be grand perhaps you could arrange to send a profit through the land? We’re sinking fast, please send a boat and don’t forget the oars! Many thanks and lots of love to you and Mrs. Claus I put my trust in the market and got severely burned the foxes were guarding the hen house as I’ve subsequently learned They put my wealth to work for them and promised me a fee then gambled with my precious funds and made a fool of me I didn’t give them all I had I’m so relieved to say instead I bought some memories that will never melt away How did your school reunion go? I’ve been asked ever since the event So gather around if you’re interested and I’ll try to describe how it went I felt like a seagull rejoining its flock after years of flying alone I felt like an elephant home with its herd back in its comfort zone I’ve been to the desert I’ve been to the sea there are mountains that bear my name but nothing compares with going back to embrace the place from whence I came I’ve had the good fortune at times in my life to be nurtured and well-understood My old school reunion was just like that: it felt overwhelmingly good The stars are bright
and the ground is hard when I lay me down in my back yard to think of things that matter to me like, just how big could a big bang be? Would lactose intolerance ruin my day if I spent much time in the Milky Way? Where would a spaceman take a friend for an astral astro-naughty weekend? Is a shooting star just a time machine, and just how small is a smithereen? The darkest hour of night is past,
my spirit is reborn. I’ve seen the spark of happiness shine through the crack of dawn. |
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