When Christmastime
shrieks by overhead,
and your Christmas thoughts
close in around you,
repeat to yourself: "it's just once a year"
it's just once a year, when that magical time
comes crashing down
and crushes our souls
into sugarplum pudding.
shrieks by overhead,
and your Christmas thoughts
close in around you,
repeat to yourself: "it's just once a year"
it's just once a year, when that magical time
comes crashing down
and crushes our souls
into sugarplum pudding.
Comments
Why oh why is your soul crushed at Christmastime?
Well, at least it's crushed into a tasty treat.
The closer it gets to Christmas, especially once I'm in the company of family, the more my soul tends to feel like the sugarplums themselves: full and round and shining with crystalline sweetness. I love it! :)