Christmas Morning

There could be a blue kazoo, a pair of ruby shoes

A silky new, fetching red kimono

A Pakistani rug, an Elvis Presley mug

Or "The Very Best of Perry Como"

There could be a handsome blonde, a Harry Potter wand

Or little strips to help you quit snoring

An anti-aging cream, a healthy self-esteem

Waiting there for you on Christmas morning

Then again, in light of life's uncertainties

You may not find a single one of these

But guaranteed, underneath that tree

Will be a brand new day begun

The ones who love you, the turning earth

And a great big shining sun

A big old shining sun

You might like a better job, a diamond ring from Bob

A cabin place on Lake Okoboji

You may pray to be released, or for Middle Eastern peace

Or a sword of light, like Obi-Wan Kenobi

And you can bring your list to Santa on your knees

All he's going to say is "we will see"

But guaranteed, underneath that tree

Will be a brand new day begun

The ones who love you, the turning earth

And a great big shining sun

A big old shining sun

And if that's all you get for Christmas

In spite of all your wishes

You might hang your head and then go back to bed

Or you might discover instead

That when you wake and see the day

And on the earth, you read your name

And cut the gold ribbons around it

You still might be surprised, and even realize

That you got everything you wanted

When you see, underneath that tree

Another brand new day begun

The ones who love you, the turning earth

And a great big shining sun

A big old shining sun

That giant fireball, the biggest ornament of all

Hung in the sky on Christmas Morning