Frosty Windowpane
A Christmas tree
Is all well and fine,
But it will not last,
It will die in time.
Christmas bells
And sleigh rides,
Fresh, crisp snow
And twinkling lights
Are all well and good.
Christmas candy,
A child's delight,
Is quite dandy.
But nothing to me
Seems quite innocent,
Which is the Christmas picture.
Everything is fraudulent.
It seems to me
That in this twisted age,
The only thing that reminds me
Of Christmas, is a frosty windowpane.
A frosty windowpane
Never seems to change.
It isn't tainted
Like the rest of this demented age.
A frosty windowpane
Is perfection,
Like no other,
Its purity has no comparison.
Christmas seems corrupted;
Christmas seems polluted.
Though it may seem dreary,
A frosty windowpane
Is all that's left of simplicity.
Oh yeah... And a Happy Holidays....