Christmas Time Rhyme

Christmas morning In the back of the old family Ford With my feet dangling Wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper Ringing the bell of my grandmother's door All the memories that the seasons store, hey Christmastime Like a rhyme at the end of the year A familiar, a constant That makes all of life's changes clear Well, it's a long way to go From yuletide to sunshine through fiery red fall One last dash to the mall And in a flash, it all slows down again And we've come 'round again Christmastime What a wonderful time-tripping holiday We are windswept and dazed from the last weird trip 'round the sun Some come by walker and some come by pram One drives his midlife crisis Trans Am And me in the corner here nursing a dram And I'm feeling fine It's Christmastime Oh, yeah Precious moments like these They mean the world to me Listen, you're all - freaks But we're family So we do what it takes to be in one place If just for a day Christmastime What a wonderful bittersweet holiday We arrive half alive from the last weird trip 'round the sun So let's drink to old Baxter, who snored in his chair Let's mourn for the nephews and the loss of their hair There's buns in the oven, there's change in the air And I'm feeling fine It's Christmastime Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Yeah Come here Could you go to the kitchen and bring your drunk diddy a Pop-Tart? Feel good with this malt liquor (yeah)