it did not escape me,
that she was the cause,
of your walk in the wilderness that Xmas
your child, I, asleep that night
stockings hung, all is calm
all is bright
the banality of her,
the cliché of blue eyes,
such a good listener.
it did not escape me,
that she was the cause,
of your walk in the wilderness that Xmas
your child, I, asleep that night
stockings hung, all is calm
all is bright
the banality of her,
the cliché of blue eyes,
such a good listener.