Christmas Time Rhyme

Christmas morning in the back of the old family Ford

With my feet dangling, wondering when they might grow to the floor

Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil

And gifts wrapped in newspaper, ringing the bell

Of my grandmother's door

All the memories that the seasons store, hey

Christmastime, like a rhyme at the end of the year

A familiar, a constant that makes all of life's changes clear

Well, it's a long way to go

From yuletide to sunshine through fiery red fall

One last dash to the mall

And in a flash, it all slows down again

And we've come 'round again

Christmastime

What a wonderful time-tripping holiday

We are windswept and dazed

By the last weird trip 'round the Sun

Some come by walker and some come by pram

One drives his mid-life crisis Trans Am

Me in the corner here, nursing a dram

I'm feeling fine

It's Christmastime

Oh, yeah

Precious moments like these

They mean the world to me, listen, you're all **** freaks

But we're family

So we do what it takes to be in one place

If just for a day

Ah, Christmastime

What a wonderful, bittersweet holiday

We arrive half alive

From the last weird trip 'round the Sun

So let's drink to old Baxter who snored in his chair

Let's mourn for the nephews and the loss of their hair

There's buns in the oven, there's change in the air

And I'm feeling fine

It's Christmastime

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Yeah

Come here

Could you go to the kitchen and, uh

Bring your drunk daddy a PopTart?

Go good with this malt liquor, yeah