Christmas Morning

The girl

At the grocery

She's pretty

And seems nice

But she looks

Right through me

With eyes

Cold as ice

She never answers

When I ask

Her name

She only says

I should have

A great day

But hey

What could

She mean by that

Perhaps

I'm the fool

She takes me for

Not anything more

I guess

It's the season

The time

Of the year

When people

They're happy

And full

Of good cheer

Well

They'll wish you

And kiss you

And wish you again

And they'll tell you

It's peace and good

Will to all men

But hey what could

They mean by that

Perhaps

I'm the fool

They take me for

Not anything more

We stood

At the altar

And you held my hand

And everyone watched

As the preacher

He asked

Will you take him

And love him

For bad

And for good

You looked at me

Then you told him

You would

But hey

What did you

Mean by that

Perhaps

I'm the fool

You take me for

Not anything more

Now each

Christmas morning

I sit in my chair

And I look up

At the angels

That float

Through the air

Some look down

Upon me

Some come

To my side

And they tell me

That Jesus

He said to say hi