Christmas Morning lyrics

Well, the banks and the schools and the post office are closed,

you can park where you please and you won’t get towed,

the streets are empty and the stores are finally closed.

It’s Christmas morning.

He got a tie and she got a book;

they weren’t supposed to peek, but they took a little look.

Tell me, how long will it take for the dinner to cook?

It’s Christmas morning.

There are so many presents underneath the tree,

a few are for you, but the rest are all for me.

And we gotta tip the super and the doormen.

Can’t you see? It’s Christmas morning.

Christmas morning finally has come.

It has meaning for each and everyone.

Christmas morning, I cannot believe

just last night was Christmas Eve.

In the Rockerfeller Center the big tree is shining bright,

skaters skate beneath it in the winter light;1

like a picture on a Christmas card everything looks right,

on Christmas morning.

And the homeless who have nothing will ask on Christmas day

for us to give them something; God, we wish they’d go away,

though there is no place for them to go, they have no place to stay

on Christmas morning.

Lying in a hospital, dying in a bed with aids.

‟He deserved it”, I have heard it said.

Deck the halls with boughs of something,

soon he will be dead on Christmas morning.

Christmas morning finally has come.

It has meaning for each and everyone.

Christmas morning, I’m afraid to say

life goes on on Christmas day.

And the Prince of Peace was born on a Christmas Day,

in the little town of Bethlehem, not so far away

from where a multitude has gathered in a warlike way.

Christmas morning.

So we watch the buildup, here we go again,

there is sand, there are camels, but where are the wise men?

Are they in Baghdad? Are they in Washington?

It’s Christmas morning.

There are those who go to church, they kneel down to pray

for loved ones who have left to serve so far away,

and for a Middle Eastern baby born on that very day.

It’s Christmas morning.

Christmas morning finally has come.

It has meaning for each and everyone.

Christmas morning, I’m afraid to think

this time we are headed to the brink.

«Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way.

Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh!»

A week from today we begin a brand new year;

let us all be hopeful, men and women of good cheer,

and resolve to fight against stupidity and fear.

It’s Christmas morning.

And as awful as the world can be, we are still alive,

and if we’re very careful, we might well survive,

there are cures and solutions, and there is compromise.

Christmas morning.

‟Christmas is for children”, I have heard it said,

that’s why King Herod hated the babe in the manger bed:

they all came to worship and adore the child instead.

Well, the banks and the schools and the post office are closed,

you can park where you please and you won’t get towed,

the streets are empty and the stores are finally closed.

It’s Christmas morning.

1. The Rockefeller Center is a complex of commercial buildings in New York.

In front of it, at Christmas, they set up a huge Christmas tree and a skating rink.

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• Artist:Loudon Wainwright III