Happy holidays 2015!

Christmas With El Niño

It should be snowing right now
Wind should be blowing, candles glowing, never going out
It should be snowing right now
But it's not
It's too damn hot

You should be freezing with me
Cocoa should be steaming by the fire, or at least TV
You should be freezing with me
But actually
It's sixty three degrees

My jacket and that fleece you sent will go unused this year,
Together with a lot of Christmas joy
And you tell baby Jesus there's just no room for him here,
his spot's been taken by a different little boy
We moved right on to spring this year, the city's evergreen oh
It's Christmas on the East Coast with El Niño

It should be storming outside
We should be indoors, ignoring all the snow that's piled high
It should be storming outside
But it's so nice, I kind of want to cry

I'll wear my Christmas sweater, then again, I better not
Unless you want to see me sweat like Santa Claus
In fact, you tell Saint Nick that there's no presents to be had
Cause this one kid's been acting oh so bad
So don't you try to tell me global warming's not a thing, no
It's Christmas on the East Coast with El Niño.


Yankee Candle Christmas Tree

We didn't get a tree this year, we didn't have a chance
We unpacked some decorations, but we barely managed that
You were working, I was clerking, we were never really home
The whole season crept up on us, swept us by and just moved on
There's no time for stringing lights up, or for sweeping up the needles
Or for staring at our work, 'cause we're such very busy people
Besides we're spending Christmas proper with your mom in the Midwest
It's for the best, I guess

Still something was missing, it's the scent of fresh cut pine,
That room-pervading flavor always takes me back in time
To Christmases of hanging stockings shaking packages
Luckily I've got a thing that does the trick

Scented candle, you're Christmas in a jar
The Salvation Army, and you're holly, you're Bing Crosby, you're the Star
You're the Griswolds with the tree on top their car
And you're very slowly thawing my frozen heart

I'm staring at the corner where the tree sat just last year
Remember sweeping needles off of five whole flights of stairs
We didn't put the stand away 'til sometime past July
So this year I guess we probably did it right

'Cause this apartment smells like Christmas, smells just like a Balsam fir
I've always been a Douglas man, but now I'm not so sure
Oh the picture on your label of a forest in winter
But to this fragrant house there's no place I'd prefer

Scented candle, you're Christmas in a jar
You're Love Actually, Tim Allen in a fatsuit with Bernard
You're the humblebrags that family friends put in their Christmas cards
You're the light inside my heart

Scented candle, you're Christmas in a jar
You're the wrapping and the packages, the Amazon giftcards
You're the nonstop Vince Guaraldi and the tourists in the park
You're the light inside my heart


Harder to Wait

I remember Decembers of years in the past
That long week after school got after out.
Since Thanksgiving, just waiting, that anticipation
Then days of just sitting around.
It was torture for me under that Christmas tree
Even after the 25th came
Had to stay in bed 'til 7 am, mom said, it was so hard to wait

Now that I'm older the year goes by fast
Every season's a blur as my life whole life flies past
For eleven months I don't have time to react
But that twelfth month stops time in its tracks
Spend the holiday season awake and daydreaming
How I'll spend that most wonderful day
Each December, I swear that it only gets harder to wait

I spend almost three hours on the train everyday
That's three hours I'll spend not awake
Or, like, drinking my annual one glass of egg nog
To remind me I don't like the taste
With the sound of the bells and the wonderful smells
every day leading up to the date
Each December, I swear that it only gets harder to wait

And my wife is at work every night until midnight
It'll be so nice to see her face
We can sit by the Yule Log with maybe no laptops
And tell all those emails to wait
And remember compared to most people's
Our lives are both pretty damn easy and great
Each December I swear that it only gets harder to wait.

I can't share my political beliefs, but I'd like a day off from Presidential debates
And racists make me about me anxious about the state of our nation
Maybe just for one day they'll take a break
Because nothing's better than family and friends
Round the table and food on your plate
Each December, I swear that it only gets harder
Jeez, I'm 28 and can't wait any longer
As Alvin and Co. said to Dave, don't be late
'Cause it only gets harder to wait