Father Christmas Is Coming For his Whiskey And Rye.

kevin browne

Another one is the distant year gone by when
those merry bells of Christmas that fall from the sky
lights are glistening and reflect upon the window pane
with a snowman in the garden smoking on his pipe again
pretty white flakes of diamonds build upon the window ledge
and this feeling inside, it's all too merry and too much to take
angels on high, protecting gifts underneath the Christmas tree
the reindeer are singing then Santa with jolly and a ho ho ho ho
so the children were playing whilst the parents were swaying
when Father Christmas is coming for his whisky and rye
and this feeling inside, it's all too merry and too much to take.
so say I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2016 18:20
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Comments1

  • Augustus

    I'll drink to that.



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