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.
