Paul Williams
It's in the singing of a street corner choir
It's going home and getting warm by the fire
It's true
Wherever you find love
It feels like Christmas
A cup of kindness that we share with another
A sweet reunion with a friend or a brother
In all the places you find love
It feels like Christmas
It is the season of the heart
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the sprit
The message if we hear it
Is make it last all year
It's in the giving of a gift to another
A pair of mittens that were made by your mother
It's all the ways that we show love
That feel like Christmas
A part of childhood we'll always remember
It is the summer of the soul in December
Yes, when you do your best for love
It feels like Christmas
It is the season of the heart
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the sprit
The message if we hear it
Is make it last all year
It's in the singing of a street corner choir
It's going home and getting warm by the fire
It's true, wherever you find love
It feels like Christmas
It's true, wherever you find love
It feels like Christmas
It feels like Christmas
It feels like Christmas
It feels like ChristmasAngry little patriarch, you sit upon your cardboard throne, computer =
chip to make you talk, a bad synthetic baritone. Vengeful one, exacting =
father, you are nothing but a toy, take your leave you have no power, I =
don't fear your damning voice, bearded one, bellowing a hollow threat =
take your thunder, take your fire, don't forget your coronet! Imitation =
potentate, stern expression painted on, mantle made of cellophane and =
brandishing a rubber wand, consecrated effigy, thousands of your model =
sold, assembly line divinity with simulated thunderbolts! You are all =
powerful among the other toys, modeled and painted and fiercely employed =
with lording over all the plastic action figurines, collect 'em all, and =
melt 'em down with my acetylene.
Submitted by: Mel