From the recording 12. Cold Christmas
I used to love when Old Man WinterDid his blustering storming thing,Back in the days when Global WarmingWas just what happened every spring. What I wouldn't give for a cold ChristmasLike those of not so long ago.Temperatures were lowerAnd the old snow blowerStill had some snow to blow. All I dream about is a cold Christmas,The rhododendrons pointing down.Busy shoppers freezin',Carolers in season,Sneezin' through “O Little Town.” Yes, the heating bills were ruinous,Even with the fire ablaze.Oil companies were screwin' us.Those were the days! White stuff all around on a cold Christmas,A Gore-Tex eiderdown kind of cold Christmas.I would give a fortune in goldIf Christmas once again were cold.
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