Walking through the snow,
I hear a bird sing.
Could it be the thing
That makes my heart flutter?
Squeezing in a tangle
Of chimes and triangles,
I lift my foot
And shake the soot
Off in a little pile.
The presents are on their way,
Flying through outer space.
I recall a hymn to sing.
It’s such a silly thing
To forget the words
After singing it a million.
Can you feel the Christmas spirit
As you’re doing all your laundry?
Do you see the end coming
To the carol that you’re singing?
It won’t be long
Til Kris Kringle comes around.
Panda cross language superfluous bunting
Slide fans Colombian Caucasian blasphemy
Target millet Transylvanian clues bottled
Huckster hippo jingle lakefront Sasquatch
Plea bald martial fencing plotting fetus
Skulking main spend garbage cry van head
Poppy pantomime gadget Jackson besides
Pontificate policy cream says lean haggard
Follow reunion tentacle jeans pluck knee
Realize goonies beanie balanced euphoric
Living strewn lovely easy cutie menagerie
Allowed spaced lone crashing cheese cube
Loose abuse tangent Splenda review new
Blue toodaloo reach bleed sleet ditch sweet
Altoid youth scoot stutter neat memory
Running anchor tell ball told western quiz
Police handy bush likened rocky slipped
Otter beaten nearer benevolence graphite
Twisted owl evil motor mast ventilation
Quarrelsome greedy knocked bouncing
Howdy blank goof dud bank develop made
Tender cooking broke tad very markers
Poison youth wretched jumping jewels out
Yet steal bubonic lender given Jeremy with
Drugs verses pollution kill future delights
Closing detention dusk turning down quiet
Dark gold dead beneath grouchy gasp ill
Over leaving apart no longer with us not
Broken suffering sobbing trembling neither
Nothing quench risk bench lead bend map
Ball kick run skid fall heck smile squire lift
Battle rage amber gills swat stack mackerel
Virginia basic goose primping gallant spoke
Grease gamble holy hellion super rankle
Glandular beneath scolding dank smooth
Cruising down the highway,
With my baby at my side.
There’s no other way
I’d rather spend my day.
No other person
Can take her place.
Oh, to hold her hand
And kiss her face.
We’re a pair of lovebirds
Sitting in a tree.
We’re a couple of puppies
Playing chase, running free.
Can you see the fun we’re having?
Can you tell we’re loving life?
Will you wish us well?
Will you follow our example?
Come along, enjoy the ride.
Goofy when you’re by my side.
It’s the time to let loose.
It’s our chance to cuss and discuss.
Let’s be carefree.
Let’s do it simply.
You are my friend.
This is how we’re meant to be.