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Sunday, 18 December 2011

It's Christmas Eve


Nobody going home Christmas Eve will spare her a word
She's singing for money, she sings sweet as a bird
The songs that she sings are of loves lost and dreams that have drowned
I toss her a fistful of coins but I keep my head down

It's snowing on Christmas Eve but still the stars manage to shine
She's thinking she's lucky to be here as she stares at the sky
The tears on her face make her cheek cold as she wipes her eyes
She looks through our window where it's just you and me and red wine

You and me we finish our wine try'n set fire to our tree
We give out receipts with our presents to return in January
Then we lie on the floor, entwined in red wine and unspoken misery
It's Christmas Eve

She wanders along to a park bench where she brushes off the frost
Lays herself down in the darkness and takes her clothes off
She dreams of the children she'd borne but'd been unfit to raise
'Til her dreams freeze over like her body in her park-bench-grave

2 comments:

  1. Ho fucking ho. Mr funny bastard. That was uniquely enjoyable.
    Fuck xmas. And Fuck You Too.
    Love and humbug,
    P.

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  2. Oh.. just come home. Nobody in Canada can possibly appreciate you as the true spirit of christmas, and we just miss you too much xx

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