The best Christmas songs known have been written by Jews.
Is there cause to remark of such trivial things?
Probably just as much as the wrong bird will take
To a tree of its liking where wealth is at stake.
What can go on for twelve days is also what brings
Some small semblance of reason to not sing the blues.

Any brat with a long list is filled to the brim
With himself magnified to the highest degree.
Anything that is wanted may then come with ease.
He’s aware that no one has come forth here to please.
In the meantime, he knows now forever will be.
There’s a sense of mischievousness all about him.

On this next day of Christmas my true love will give
Of itself a new outlook – one gentle and kind.
It will start with a pigeon within a palm tree.
In a dozen days hence, I’ll be high naturally.
I’m at home with my small life. I have peace of mind.
I can say for myself that’s the right way to live.