Jingle, jingle, Mr. Kringle
Please drop by my house.
Don’t miss it like you did last year
Don’t be that seasonal louse
That brought cheesy kinds of toys
From the local dollar store
We shopped there all the time
So we had seen them before.

I don’t want to sound ungrateful
But Action Tommy is not the same
As GI Joe. Between the two there’s
More difference than the name.
And Lego blocks fit together
To build some amazing things
Those copycat toys from Taiwan
Do not build much of anything.

Jingle, Jingle, Mr. Kringle
If you are real, please heed.
None of those toys and junk
Is really what we need.
It would be better if you could
Bring a job for my poor Dad.
Make it better than minimum, like
The one he most recently had.

And maybe a raise for Mom
Who works a full time job too.
Would a dollar an hour be such
An earth-shaking thing to see to?
So, just in general, Kringle dude,
If it wouldn’t make you awful mad
Could you twitch your nose and
Make this Christmas not be sad?

I care far less
About what people think of me
And far more
About what I think of myself.

Blow blow winds of change
Relive the memories that once were chained
Remember how you felt so strong
How everything bent and knelt
When you passed on

Why have you grown so quiet this time
Where is the roar that scares the light
Have you forsaken your strength et all
To a lesser power that makes you fall

How you tore at trees so strong
Ripped the heart of the weak and forlorn
But all I see is a breeze that blows
Wind of power had become so slow

Blow blow winds of pain
Let me see the heartaches and pain
Don't hide behind clouds and skies of blue
For bleakness and black
Are truly you