(Sung to the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer”)
Well I’ve known brunettes
and redheads, accountants and funny ones.
Short ones and tall ones
and ones with hair bleached by the sun.
But do I recall
the greatest lover of all?
Not yet.
(Sung to the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer”)
Well I’ve known brunettes
and redheads, accountants and funny ones.
Short ones and tall ones
and ones with hair bleached by the sun.
But do I recall
the greatest lover of all?
Not yet.
I watched Santa go into/
a gas station Christmas Eve.
I wanted to say hello,/
because I know him!
Just then,
a police car
pulled up.
I turned off my radio,
went to the policeman,
shook his hand,
and told him “Thank you.”
“You’ve had a tough few weeks,
with the protests,
the assassinations in New York City,
the hate against the police.”
Choking back tears,
I said:
“I want you to know:
You are supported.
We stand with you.
You are not alone.
Merry Christmas.”
“It has been tough”
the tough cop said.
“We’ve been taking
quite a beating.
We appreciate your support.
Thank you.
Merry Christmas!”
I never saw Santa,
but as I waved to the cop
and drove away,
I knew I’d made
the right choice.
There’s so much we fret/
about as young parents. Then/
we learn what matters.
Hearing her cry at/
the end turned it into a/
horrific event.
Dan! I live in my/
old lover’s state now, and it’s/
snowing Christmas Eve.
The thumbnail moon was/
giving me a big thumbs down/
sign but … It’s Christmas!