Christmas Morning

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