One unexpectedly good thing about Christmas:
it’s nice and warm when you’re cooking in the kitchen
I don’t really care about presents this year
I don’t even care about giving gifts
What I’m looking forward to is you, this year
And going home with you, really quick
(not St. Nick)
I know you’re pretty busy on my behalf
but I hope that you get back to me really fast
I don’t necessarily care about parties this year
And I’m not concerned too much for my friends
Who I really want to see is you, it’s clear
relationship is all, in the end
(not what’s spent)
But Christmas is keeping my eyes off of me
I’m needing that distraction action
I don’t really care about snowfall this year
I don’t even care about taking off
All I’m looking forward to is home, this year
The fire, close to you, nice and warm
(not the malls)
Where are you!
I don’t expect to see you, tomorrow
Here’s courtesy. And character
I’ve got pretty busy with things, myself
Merry Christmas!