Christmas Time Rhyme

Christmas morning
In the back of the old family Ford
With my feet dangling
Wondering when they might grow to the floor
Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil
And gifts wrapped in newspaper
Ringing the bell of my grandmother's door
All the memories that the seasons store, hey

Christmastime
Like a rhyme at the end of the year
A familiar, a constant
That makes all of life's changes clear
Well, it's a long way to go
From yuletide to sunshine through fiery red fall
One last dash to the mall
And in a flash, it all slows down again
And we've come 'round again

Christmastime
What a wonderful time-tripping holiday
We are windswept and dazed from the last weird trip 'round the sun
Some come by walker and some come by pram
One drives his midlife crisis Trans Am
And me in the corner here nursing a dram
And I'm feeling fine
It's Christmastime
Oh, yeah

Precious moments like these
They mean the world to me
Listen, you're all - freaks
But we're family
So we do what it takes to be in one place
If just for a day

Christmastime
What a wonderful bittersweet holiday
We arrive half alive from the last weird trip 'round the sun
So let's drink to old Baxter, who snored in his chair
Let's mourn for the nephews and the loss of their hair
There's buns in the oven, there's change in the air
And I'm feeling fine
It's Christmastime

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Yeah
Come here
Could you go to the kitchen and bring your drunk diddy a Pop-Tart?
Feel good with this malt liquor (yeah)