I used to spend Christmas Eve
outside, under the stars above
searching for that Christmas star
and offering the Babe, my gift of song.
Just me and the night;
Clear, icy cold, sparkling night.
You yell at me from daybreak till dusk
It's all I can do to keep my mouth shut
I'm splitting down the middle it seems
I'll wrap each half real pretty in green
a gift for you and your mum,
I'll be giving gifts on Christmas Eve.
I've bought the furniture, dishes and towels,
every book, blanket, and comfort you have
I bought the cars and all that crap,
yeah, it's you and me on Christmas Eve.
My room mate, a friend who never left
who scared them off with appearances
but things aren't always what they seem
yeah, I'll wrap your gift on Christmas Eve.
It's just another day to me
only you could teach me that,
history shows they'll be no gifts for me
no hot buttered rums on Christmas Eve.
I'll wrap a heart shaped box for you,
filled with oxygen and bit of nitrogen too
I'll wrap it up real pretty in blue.
And when you yell at me, like you always do,
disrespecting me and the season
I'll offer my gift to the Babe, so true,
"Oh, Holy night, the stars are brightly shining..."
Christmas bells are ringing.
For the "Life with no magic" contest