With the season of receiving drawing closer
T'was never such a gift as full disclosure
I know it shouldn't matter
My beef with Santa Clause
But I wouldn't feel right lyin'
By the fire
I hear
The lost cause
Almost cackling
Could you look past
Traditions to come?
Would you hold back
On giving your all?
I won't ask for more
I just wanna have this one
Will you take in
All histories' mistakes?
Christmas stollen
Served right on a plate
In the morning
I just wanted to be faithful
Heard our neighbors to the north just call it Boxing Day
I haven't touched the spirit in a long time
A sip of serotonin or a fourth mind
As snow descends on every house
Like hope befalling from the clouds
The gentle sound of truth abounds
Dependent proofs had let me down
So viscerally remembering
Each miracle less tragically
Our essence expelled
At such an expense
Leaves me searching the sky for alternatives
Should I look past
Traditions to come?
Would I hold back
On giving my all?
I won't ask for more
I'm just gonna have this one
Will I take in
All histories' mistakes?
Christmas stollen
Left out on a plate
In the morning
I just wanted to be faithful
If I have to I'm okay to call it Boxing Day
There are reasons to persist
Noting neither cross nor sleigh
Ought we take after Canucks and call it Boxing Day?