Chicago Christmas
It is Christmas day and snow covers the street
Not measured by inches, but measured by feet
To get anywhere I must trudge through the snow
If there was any place to go
I've lived here my life, and it still makes me dizzy
Being two dozen floors above most of the city
Although it is early, the city is bright
As trees and menorahs give out all the light
The day feels lighthearted; there's no work to be done
It's the only day that I get to have fun
Even to me, the day is perfection
And no one can argue in the slightest direction
I sit in the chair with a hot mug of tea
Watching my flickering tinsel-strung tree
Both of my parents are still in bed
They were like, "Let us sleep in until eight, or you're dead"
It was seven now, they'd slept plenty enough
Or maybe, just maybe, they had called my bluff