I think that I’ll push back the clouds.
I’ll harness the rain and wind.
I’ll splatter the sky with rainbows.–
or, at least, I will pretend.
I think that I’ll push back the clouds.
I’ll harness the rain and wind.
I’ll splatter the sky with rainbows.–
or, at least, I will pretend.
I never want to push my luck
when I pass by Rubatino’s truck.
The drivers like to liven their day
by fright’ning white-haired ladies away.
The COVID death rate’s rising.
Numbers climb across the land.
Death is washing over us.
Grim Death’s at every hand.
A Merry Christmas to you all
and Happy Holiday Cheer!
Blessings to each and every one
and have a Sweet New Year!
I eat my food with relish.
I eat my food with zest.
I cook food as I like it,
so I think my food’s the best.
Old Saint Nick is starting out
on his monumental task.
I hope he’ll keep his promise,
and bring all the things I ask.
I ask for peace and love and joy,
and world prosperity.
And. I hope it’s not too much to ask,
but could we end this wearing a mask?
I’m sending you a lullaby
because this day seems long.
I’m sending you a lullaby
to lift your heart with song.
They say there is a Christmas Star
high up in the darkened sky.
They say it’s been 800 years
since that special star came by.
The star is up beyond the clouds,
blazing a trail of light.
But, the Christmas Star is hidden from me
in this cloud-covered, wintry night.
My furnace needs replacement.
All its parts are getting old.
The technician told me gravely
I could soon be in the cold.
He said a furnace that’s twenty-seven
is on the Road to Furnace Heaven.
He said it’s best to Plan Ahead
and not end up in a place to dread.
He said a house that has no heat
soon gets quite bitter cold.
He said it’s time to realize:
Your furnace is getting old.
There’s a cost to this pandemic.
There’s a cost to all this strife.
There’s a cost in human suff’ring.
There’s a cost in human life.
There’s a cost to all the children.
There’s a cost that takes a toll.
There’s a cost that we’re all paying.
It’s the cost to the human soul.