Christmas Bossa
This is the Christmas song for those people
Who live down there in sunny Brazil
Or in some other tropical place
Which knows no winter chill
Let us sing a Christmas song in bossa nova style
And disregard the sleigh bells and snowflakes for a while
Invoke instead a yellow beach and an azure sea
A shady palm instead of a decorated tree
It’s still weeks before Christmas
But everywhere you are
It may be in the shopping mall
Or your local bar
They’re pestering you with songs
‘Bout trees that are aglow
‘Bout reindeer, bells and sleigh rides
In the powdery snow.
Let us sing a Christmas song in bossa nova style
And disregard the sleigh bells and snowflakes for a while
Invoke instead a yellow beach and an azure sea
A shady palm instead of a decorated tree
Let’s stop to romanticize
‘Bout snow, ice, sleet and hail
‘Bout staying warm by the fire
Despite the frightful gale.
There’s nothing cool about frozen feet
A red nose and sore throat
‘Bout wearing gloves and scarfs
And a winter coat.
Let us sing …
Christmas all alone
It’s December the twenty third
My heart is heavy like a stone
Everyone I know
Left the town tonight
And I am facing Christmas all alone
Can’t afford another ticket
The plane is leaving without me
I watch it take off
From the check-in gate
Standing next to this lit-up Christmas tree
Bridge:
Walking through the sliding door
I hear that trumpet, which I heard before
Walking through the drizzly rain
Sadly taking out my phone
Calling up my folks
Wondering how they fare
And most of all, if they have snow at home
Christmas BBQ
5 o’clock and dark,
It’s Christmas-shopping time
The weather what you would expect
In our northern clime
People pressing through the streets
In one endless throng
I realize that’s not where I belong
Walking through the rain I wonder
Wouldn’t it be fun
To live far away down under
And spend Christmas in the sun
We’d lean back in our deck chairs
A cold drink within reach
Christmas Barbecue on the beach
My coat is almost drenched
My hands are getting numb
My feet, can’t feel them anymore
My spirit, it is glum
As I listen to this choir
And it’s ancient Christmas song
I realize that’s not where I belong
Walking through ….
First Christmas
A brass band playing, a choir singing
Of red nosed reindeer and sleigh bells ringing
Of Santa Clause who’s coming to town
A snow man looking just like Parson Brown
But something is wrong
Snow piercing my coat
And the old Christmas song
Is stuck in my throat
It’s the first Christmas without you
It’s Christmas time and I feel blue
It’s the first Christmas since you’ve gone
It’s Christmas time and I’m alone
I see couples close together
Feeling warm despite the frightful weather
Humming carols of yuletide mirth
Of silent nights and the savior’s birth
But something is wrong
Snow piercing my face
And the old Christmas song
Seems so out of place
It’s the first Christmas without you
It’s Christmas time and I feel blue
It’s the first Christmas since you’ve gone
It’s Christmas time and I’m alone
Our Old Pub
It’s the day before Christmas
I spent hours on the train
I am thrilled because tonight
I’ll see you all again
Stepping into our regular place
I still recognize each face
It’s the day before Christmas Eve
And everyone is here
In our good old pub
Where we meet once each year
There’s Paul, Steve, Sandra
Alan and Linda
Robert, Dennis, Irene
And we chat and gossip
Laugh and giggle
As if we were still eighteen
It’s the day before Christmas Eve
And we’re having a blast
In our good old pub
As if no time at all had ever passed
And now it’s time to buy my round
The Landlord gives me a smile
It’s good to see you again
You haven’t been here for a while
I tell him that I live far away
And if I could I’d come every day
It’s the day before Christmas Eve ….
Roseate Music 