The snow below our heads is cold
that’s how we know we’ve gotten old.
All curled up with War and Peace,
or poetry, beneath my fleece.A holiday song for holiday times
holiday holiday holiday rhymes.
The snow below our heads is cold
that’s how we know we’ve gotten old.
All curled up with War and Peace,
or poetry, beneath my fleece.A holiday song for holiday times
holiday holiday holiday rhymes.