As the snowflakes start falling
I am left cold, and wanting.
Carols, like thick smoke, fill the air
Serenading people who didn't see me there.
Boney hands outstretched like a leafless tree
There are some things people don’t wish to see

Alms, alms, just for one hot meal,
Alms for Christmas, don’t make me steal.
Alms, for cocoa with peppermint and cream
Alms for kindness, for a childhood dream.

But my hands remained empty, catching only snow
The wool clad shoppers bustling past, rush rush, two days to go.
They pay me no heed for I am ragged, unsightly
They don’t want to ***** their conscience, for it shines so brightly.

The streets, eerily quiet on this cold winter morning.
Empty, not a soul in sight, not a caroler performing.
Frost laden windows reveal a world now beyond my grasp,
In tired eyes tears well as I'm visited by Christmas’ past.

A snowcapped landscape fills my thoughts
A small cabin by the woods is where I'm brought.
The sun is just starting to peek above the mountain,
Its rays springing forth like a golden fountain.

Wake up early! Before Mom and Dad,
We had to see what new toys we had.
“Look *****, look! Santa was here!
He left a print in the hearth and fed his reindeer!”
Mom made coffee as dad rubbed his eyes,
Once presents were done, we had one last surprise,
Once presents were done, we had one last dream.
hot cocoa, with peppermint and cream!

And then it was gone, like the crack of a whip,
It was gone before I got even a single sip.
Back to the seeping cold, the piercing chill
As I sit alone on Christmas under a windowsill.
I was alone,
the chill, more piercing now
Reaching my bones.
In houses all around me families sharing love and cheer.
It hurt me so much more to be so near.

Alms, alms just for one warm embrace,
Alms to banish these tears from my face.
Alms, alms to stay strong and endure
Alms, alms, the end is near.

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“–ll now and you can win a Dream vacation, with the Artist himself! For those of you just tuning in, this is yet another hit by Grammy-nominated singer/songwriter Sam Cole, on MTVChristmas. Here’s The Slime of the Ancient Caroler”

♫ I am an iamb man, I am
and so it’s come to haunt
such will be the meter for
My Christmastime account

I do beg you not give haste
I know you’re on your way
But I’ll be quick, as not to waste
a minute of your day

the party, it can wait young sir
as all good things will do
my warning comes for times of myrrh
and a frankincent or two

Sit back or stand, relax your hands
now dawning is the time
when you must beware, of songs in air
of Ancient Car’lers slime

It all starts at first December
When she haunts the streets at night
Watching dying embers
Release their doom-ed light

That’s when she comes, dear little ones
bearing candles of her own
she brings the light, to cull your fright
from darkness cold as stone

sometimes her many fiends come with
to throw you off your guard
and though you’ll think “not dangerous”
that’s when the music starts

And O the ringing, singing bells
will melt into your soul
and heat the morning frost untill
your soul again is whole

but just when you release all of
the tensions from your mind
once upon a song of love
the devil hid behind

the devil with his might did peek
to celebrate your loss
that’s when you’ll see a beak, and he
the winged albatross

oh curs-ed you, ye albatross
hadst not thou’st had thy will?
This is time to wear the cross
why do you haunt me still?

Go now, children, beware the slime
be merry and be well
earmuffs now, avoid the rime
and singing Christabells ♫

“Whoa… that’s a hit that’s sure to be around for decades. You can pick up this single at any–”

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