Saturday, December 24, 2016

I'm Not Dreaming of a White Christmas

I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
Like those ones which used to blow
Where cars are sliding and kids are hiding
When they hear car horns through the snow


I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
With all those cards I never write
May your days be twisted and high
And may all your Christmases be fly


I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
Like those ones which used to blow
Where cars are sliding and kids are hiding
When they hear car horns through the snow


I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
With all those cards I never write
May your days be twisted and high
And may all your Christmases be fly


Ed:  be fly?  Do you think you're Isaac Hayes?

Lighten up.  It rhymes.  If you want Robert Frost, you'll need to put another quarter in the slot.


Ed:  what happened to being nice on Christmas Eve?

It's not just nice, it's excellent if you're warm.

Mystery Lady, come on down.  I don't think Yevette has ever owned a snow shovel in her life.

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