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I only turned my head at KB
And he’s gone, gone—it is
Cruel to lose your son on
Christmas last year I gave my son
A BB gun and a game that I’d played as a girl all night long
Oh, how he scornful cried,
“I HATE THAT GAME I’LL NEVER PLAY IT
“AND SANTA SHOULD KNOW THAT I WANTED A TALKBOY!”
But now there’s no golden, glowing lights
Or green-red-whites or Christmas tree
I burned away all the things that remind me
Now I wade through the mall and the tantrums sing so sweet to me
Reality lost in a winter of wishing
And nobody’s perfect
I wish that the world would understand
But they’d never see it
That my son is the same as every single living
—Every man in the whole wide world is…
How could you turn your head on Friday?
When the black sky opened
You slew your son on
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Boxing Day
04:25
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The house was dark. We climbed out through the window
Staring through the yard, black bags along the street
“One more time—let’s see it: Every split-level lit for the season
“Like last night, you know? No, don’t just leave me standing in the snow”
Merry Christmas, Christmas is over
Roll the feeling into the New Year
Don’t you forget all the shows that
Told us we could keep this forever
I remember you
Do you remember me?
—The way we fawned upon the tree
And traced a scene in every neighbor’s window?
Save it to the morning
The kids are down and the house is easy
So pour yourself a glass of wine
Our Christmas Day is the night when the show’s all over
And when the season’s gone we can
Pay for it all in the spring, summer, fall, baby
Merry Christmas, Christmas is over
Roll your hopes all into the new year
Don’t you forget all the songs that
Told us we could keep it together
I remember you
Do you remember me?
—The way we laid beside a tree and
And traced a name on every frosted window?
Save it to the morning
And through the years
We all will be together
If every fate
Allows us one more time
One more time—let’s see it: Through the throbbing contraction of seasons,
Laid native in the snow, something terrible and beautiful and
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Merry Christmas, Christmas is over
Roll the feeling into the new year
Don’t you forget all the shows that
Told us we could keep this forever
I remember you
Do you remember me?
—The way we knelt beside the tree
And drew a scene for every neighbor’s window?
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As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear;
Who, scorchëd with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed
As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed.
Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I!
My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns,
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;
The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defilëd souls,
For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.
With this he vanished out of sight and swiftly shrunk away,
And straight I callëd unto mind that it was Christmas day.
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Miracle on Main Street
05:05
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I don’t think there’s ever been a Santa
That could stand this weekend in December
Ma skied off with Neil November
Sink into the carpet watching movies by myself
You know that awful movie
Where the wealthy exec in his twenties
Travels back to the 1950s
To relive every holiday memory?
Fall asleep
Watch a dream
I travel the 80s
And I learn nothing
I don’t think there’s been a sandwich in our
House since—how ‘bout maybe last November?
I’ll be gone by next September
Now I need to ride my sister’s bike downtown to eat
Glide down the shallow passes
As the Reaganwood Center amasses
Malling cars as a sacred duty
Leaving neighborless streets all around me
Try to break
Swerve away
But cut onto to Main Street’s
Holiday Parade
Thank you, you’re all too kind
As I make down the coated line
With a sea of gloves in a welcome wave
And a Baptist float in my merry way, where
Mary rides with a Jesus and a Joseph
Calling back to climb under the blanket
I toss my bike up to the side and join their ride
Throwing candy like an angel in the night
And I smile like a shepherd in the night
And I rise like a frost in the wind, but I keep that child in sight
‘Cause I’m wishing on you tonight
I’m wishing it all on…
I’m wishing on you tonight
I’m wishing it all on you
[Sweet baby Jesus]
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
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Shepherd
04:49
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Well, I glided like a ghost of the future
Shrouded in my grandma’s sheet
The kitchenette light cut a line in the night
To the glory layin’ under the tree
Twenty years later wanna open it up
But I lead it to the end of a pipe
When the crystal got me feeling like a son of a god
I forgot it was Christmas night
I hope my heart isn’t gone
I hope my heart isn’t gone
Lord, I wish I could say that I saved you a place
But I’m not that strong
When you strip-mine your mind for a feelin’
You’ll wake up in a wasted town
And you’ll wander in the ruins of a midnight lot
For the trailer where your memory’s bound
And you’re looking at the broken mantle
And the room is filling up with snow
If ever you knew some kinda glory here
It moved a long time ago
I hope my heart isn’t gone
I hope my heart isn’t gone
Lord, I wish I could say that I saved you a place
But I’m not that strong
Oh little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above they deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
But in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are bound in thee
Bound in thee tonight
I hope my heart isn’t gone
I hope my heart isn’t gone
Lord, I wish I could say that I saved you a place
But I’m not that strong
I hope my heart isn’t gone
I hope my heart isn’t gone
I couldn’t pay you a head or a heart or a song
Because I’ve never been that strong
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