The Happiest Time of the Year
Most of the leaves have fallen now and winter's at the door
Our beloved sun has gone a-voyaging abroad
Walking the streets of the city I smile at people bundled tight
All of the hands of the lovers entwined be gloved against the bite
And if the weather gods are kind to us this year
They might send snow to cloak the parks in ghostly white
But even without snow our hearts are full of cheer
For it is Christmas time the happiest time of the year
All of the windows lit up with the glow of paper stars unfolded
Sending their warmth out into the chill of a dark December night
All of the squares of the city are doused in wonderful aroma
The roasting of chestnuts and mulling of wine to stave away the cold
And if the weather gods are kind to us this year
They might send snow to cloak the parks in ghostly white
But even without snow our hearts are full of cheer
For it is Christmas time the happiest time of the year
An old bearded man from the North
A divine baby born in the East
Western civilization
Southern colonization
Corporate profits and greed
Plastic crap nobody needs
Pagan traditions and feast
God knows what it really means
But with luck it's a little respite
And a day spent with people you like
The absence of hurry and fear
The happiest time of the year
And if the weather gods are kind to us this year
They might send snow to cloak the parks in ghostly white
But even without snow our hearts are full of cheer
For it is Christmas time the happiest time of the year