Two days after Christmas
I stepped outside my door
No one had their lights on
In my neighborhood anymore
It seem so dark and dreary
And man I thought so lame,
I grabbed my books, got in my car
And straight to “Open Mic” I came.
The cards have all stopped coming
The phone just hasn’t rung
The turkey now picked clean
Seems to taste like pheasant dung.
Two nights ago singing carols I was a wrappin’
Two days later Christmas leftovers I’m a crappin’
Two nights ago we beheld a gorgeous silent night
Two days later now we’re back to the war and the fights
But wouldn’t it be nice if we’d all do what
Our Christmas cards say,
And keep the spirit of Christmas
For longer than a day.