Nativity Window - Holiday Blues

I’m passing by a festive window. Had to stop and scratch my chin. Feelin’ lost and disenfranchised. Wish I knew some next of kin. I’m staring back at my reflection. Won’t nobody let me in. No, no, no. I’m peeking through that frosted window: Tinsel draped on Norway spruce, Crystal goblets, wine and eggnog, Candied yams and Christmas goose, Bright candlelight and fancy pudding. Ain’t invited. What’s the use? So, so, so. I’m watching TV through the window. All of Whoville knows the deal. Mr. Grinch done filled his stocking. That's exactly how I feel. I’d like to break that stinking window Just to get a jailhouse meal. Ho-ho-ho.