Its Christmas once more on this frost bitten shore in the dead of the long winter season, where people have died just from going outside ,where its 40 degrees below freezen.
With the mercury low, the wind and the snow , through the winter so long and severe , why would you dwell in this desolate hell ?, why would you spend Christmas here ?.
Though sleigh bells may ring and children may sing a Christmas here is hardly a treat, 4 meters of snow and a polar bear foe out prowling for something to eat.
As its usually said the fat man in red is a perfect course for the feast, with a side dish of deer and a chaser of beer, its a meal that's fit for a beast.
And sometimes you fear at this time of year that Christmas has all gone to pot, your tempted to say that this holiday you'll spend it in someplace that's hot....
The people are tanned, there are palm trees and sand and nary a snowflake in sight, the temperature is high not a cloude in the sky, this Christmas just doesn't feel right.
No jack frost is nipping , no eggnog for sipping and frosty is made out of dirt. Those are sand balls their hurling , mud angels their swirling and taco's for Christmas desert.
Then Santa Clause lands in the sun beaten sands , a Cuban cigar in his mouth
" forget about Christmas , its none of my business , I'm staying down here in the south"
Though it might be a change this place is too strange, its better your fingers were froze , maybe comfortable hot, but Christmas its not, better up in the north , this place blows.
With the mercury low, the wind and the snow , through the winter so long and severe , why would you dwell in this desolate hell ?, why would you spend Christmas here ?.
Though the weather is atrocious, the wind is ferocious and the night times are frigid and long, there's no need to fear it, its in Christmas spirit, its here that Christmas belongs .
Merry Christmas to one and all
With the mercury low, the wind and the snow , through the winter so long and severe , why would you dwell in this desolate hell ?, why would you spend Christmas here ?.
Though sleigh bells may ring and children may sing a Christmas here is hardly a treat, 4 meters of snow and a polar bear foe out prowling for something to eat.
As its usually said the fat man in red is a perfect course for the feast, with a side dish of deer and a chaser of beer, its a meal that's fit for a beast.
And sometimes you fear at this time of year that Christmas has all gone to pot, your tempted to say that this holiday you'll spend it in someplace that's hot....
The people are tanned, there are palm trees and sand and nary a snowflake in sight, the temperature is high not a cloude in the sky, this Christmas just doesn't feel right.
No jack frost is nipping , no eggnog for sipping and frosty is made out of dirt. Those are sand balls their hurling , mud angels their swirling and taco's for Christmas desert.
Then Santa Clause lands in the sun beaten sands , a Cuban cigar in his mouth
" forget about Christmas , its none of my business , I'm staying down here in the south"
Though it might be a change this place is too strange, its better your fingers were froze , maybe comfortable hot, but Christmas its not, better up in the north , this place blows.
With the mercury low, the wind and the snow , through the winter so long and severe , why would you dwell in this desolate hell ?, why would you spend Christmas here ?.
Though the weather is atrocious, the wind is ferocious and the night times are frigid and long, there's no need to fear it, its in Christmas spirit, its here that Christmas belongs .
Merry Christmas to one and all
