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(it's not december yet, it's not december yet)
(it's not december yet, it's not december yet)
(it's not december yet, it's not december yet)
i'm decorating early, the neighbours aren't impressed
(it's not december yet, it's not december yet)
i'm thinking about reindeer and bing crosby cassettes
(it's not december yet, it's not november yet)
the eggnog on the shelves puts my patience to the test
(it's not october yet, it's not september yet)
but ask me to go caroling and i'll say "heck yes."
i keep my sweater on indoors, it's oversized and red,
with shoulder pads, with lace doily snowflakes attached with fishing line
so when i spin around, it makes a blizzard in my house
flurrying with joy
nestled in a fresh snowbank
i remember when i had to jump the fence
in mustard brown and burnt orange moon boots...excitement building
o, the anticipation of delights to come but then...
but then...
chugging down the hill, with rocks and sticks and
pine cones wreaking havoc 'neath the
garbage bags we'd fashioned into sleds
gingerbread ladies and gents:
they're festive, rapturous robots! take a bite!
twinkling houses, extra cheer:
the delight of the season! the staples of christmas life
result in exuberant hearts
arranging all the bliss objects
sitting in the dark with my christmas tree
it brings my heart so much glee
if it snows then i'll be so relieved
sitting in the dark with my christmas tree
it brings my heart so much glee
if it snows then i'll be so relieved
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Businesses Are Open
02:11
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businesses are open with 8 inches of snow
i just want to go home
they're sweeping off the sidewalks as if it might slow
but i checked the weather: i know it won't
this city should be shut down, i guess they weren't told
they didn't get the memo
they have a reputation, a status to uphold
so for our convenience, they won't close
they want to make their money, they can't pass up the dough
i'm not going in though
i'd be at the office, but the office froze
so sorry i'm not there with those brave souls
people aren't moving
they're stalling on the slopes
nobody ever said no
too much having things to do, too much on the go
i just want to go home
i just want to go home
i just want to go home
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William James Cremin Seattle, Washington
miscellaneous home recordings
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